PURITY STAINED

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The bells rang in unison at high noon, calling out the impatience of the day.  A day ripe for two to be joined in holy matrimony.  Elizabeth Mary Seigel and Timothy David Mason.   The talk of the town.  “Elizabeth!  Hurry up you slow poke! You wait any longer and you’ll miss out on your own wedding, not to mention your own honey moon.  And we know Tim  isn’t going to have any of that.   Heaven forbid.  Where are you?”  “Here mother. How do I look?”   There she stood graceful and elegant as a dove.  Her eyes wet with excitement as they met her mothers.  Her sunglow hair running smoothly past her shoulders.  “Well mother, do I have your approval?”  said Lizzy.  “Oh dear…”  The beautiful sight of her daughter donned in a wedding dress, welled tears through her eyes, wetting her fair cream skin, fading past her lips. “Is that a–?”   “Tear? Yes.”   “Tears of joy I hope”.  “Oh yes Lizzy.  YOU, are absolutely stunning!   You’ll knock em’ dead.  That Timothy won’t know what to do with you.  Come here.”  The  two embrace each other in a long warm hug.  “I just want you to know that you have my full support  in whatever you do.  Ok?  You know how your father feels.  But–let me deal with him.  This is YOUR day.  Let every thing else slide to the wind. OK?”  Said Margaret Lizzies mother.  “Thanks Mom!”  The two embrace in another warm hug.

“Hey Tim, man I just wanted to say congratulations.  Thanks so much for inviting me!”   “Trust me the pleasure is all mine Mark.  We’re just glad you could make it with everything you have going on right now.  We really appreciate your taking the time to come out.  Its a special day”.  “Don’t mention it, for crying out loud.  We’ve been partners a long time now”.   The two exchange in a brief moment of mutual respect.  “Hey, did you realize Chelsea is here?”  “Seriously?  I–I–never invited her here.  What is she doing here?”  The tone in Tim’s voice changes to irritable in a split second.  “Well, the whole department is here, maybe she felt compelled to show up.”  The moment is interrupted by the sound of Lizzie’s favorite song, “on the wings of ivory”.   The tune signals everyone to be seated, for an event  they would never forget.  The bridegroom takes center stage with all eyes on deck.  He returns a confident glare back at the crowd numbering around 500 attendees.  Some familiar faces, and some he had never seen before.  Suddenly the crowd rises to it’s feet in honor of the bride.  A soft breeze passes through in the midst of a brilliant day.  They were surrounded by a cluster lofty maple trees.  But the city’s skyscrapers weren’t  far from view.  Finally the bride entered the stage and all eyes were on her.  Her smile and countenance were striking.  Any man in the crowd would marry her that day.  The priest went through his usual motions leading up to the exchange of wedding vows, rings.  “I pronounce you man and wife, MR. AND MRS. TIMOTHY, ELIZABETH DAVID MASON.  You may now kiss the bride”.  Said the priest.   The bridegroom held his newfound bride within his arms.   Their kiss was electric, shocking the whole crowd.  As Timothy cradled her within his arms, there was a quick zipping sound, and her whole body fell limp like a rag doll.  There were loud gasps, then screams ripped through the air. “SOMEBODY CALL A MEDIC!!! HELP–HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP!! PLEASE, SHE’S BEEN SHOT!!!” yelled the bridegroom frantically.  He lowered her body softly to the ground…in disbelief, still in shock.  Their pure white garments now stained with her blood.  And even more blood, seemed to be pouring out from the side of the neck.  Timothy Mason turned to look over his right shoulder.  And there was Mark Porter standing at a distance, pointing to a nearby building.  “There!  The shot came from over there!!”  The crowds erupting in complete disarray and widespread panic.  Timothy urgently taps his watch twice, yells…”SEVERUS!!—LIZZIES BEEN SHOT!!”

 

 

 

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