The Threshold of Their Lives

“Wanna carry me across the threshold?” Her eyes twinkled and her mouth twisted in playful merriment. She knew her 130 lbs outweighed his 118; that her 5′ 8″ exceeded his 5′ 6″.

Then, of course, there was the matter of her dress.

“Sure!” he answered, feigning ignorance to any impediments. He strode forward and pushed the apartment door open.

Like a gallant knight -or its steed- he returned and grasped a hand beneath her fluffed-lace rump; another steadied her sheer-laced back. No more chivalrous a man than he grunted and stalked his steady way forward, laughing bride and all.

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Inspired by Carrot Ranch‘s prompt: a carried wife.

January 9, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a carried wife. Why is she being carried? Who is carrying? Pick a genre if you’d like and craft a memorable character. Go where the prompt leads!

Respond by January 14, 2019. Use the comment section to share, read, and be social. You may leave a link, pingback, or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form.  Rules & Guidelines.

 

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©2020 Chelsea Owens

21 thoughts on “The Threshold of Their Lives

  1. Makes me wonder where some wedding traditions got started…
    “By carrying the bride over the threshold, the groom is putting a protective space between her and the floor; thus, protecting her. … To avoid this, the groom would carry her into the house. During the ancient times when people were married by capture, the bride obviously would not go willingly into her husband’s home.” How quickly we accept that which makes us happy without reason or understanding. But still it is the thought that counts isn’t it? 😀

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