Lulu was in the bride room adjusting her veil in the floor length mirror. At forty-five, she finally set a date and was now going to walk down the aisle after a twenty year courtship. Her fiance Fred was most delighted after he was told she made up her mind. Her only regret, causing great dismay was that her parents would not be in attendance. Mum and dad were off in Africa on a safari. Too bad they would miss her big day. She was disappointed, but did not fuss. Nothing would ruin her wedding day. From inside the room she heard the wedding march begin to play. Lulu stepped out of the bride room and stood at the door entering into the church waiting for her cue.
For how long had she waited for this moment, she had every step to the altar memorized. Lulu put her feet forward and started down the aisle in her white flowing gown. At the altar there her groom stood, looking as handsome as he never did before. Never before had she been so nervous before. Admittedly she was suffering from cold feet. Lulu looked straight on ahead, stopping to meet no ones gaze. She feared they might discover her fear. Her fears were plain when considering marriage, like divorce. Mainly it was her fear of living till death do us part with the same man. Lulu thought to her self, “What if after I marry, Fred, someone better comes along? What would I do?” Lulu asked her self. Not the best doubts to have right before proclaiming your devotion to one another.
In the midst of her thoughts, Lulu reached the middle of the aisle. The music changed. Instead of the cheerful wedding march it was, a funeral dirge. Lulu slowly looked up at the organist. It was no longer her kindly old Kindergarten teacher, but a decrepit looking decaying corps of a woman. Lulu gasped at the horror while shaking the image from her memory. When Lulu looked up the woman was back to her sweet silver haired self. She smiled happily in Lulu’s direction while pressing the keys. Lulu breathed a sigh of relief once she reached the altar. She took in a deep luxurious breath. Shyly she kept her eyes to the floor.
“What took you so long?” She heard her fiance ask. Lulu turned to look at him. To her horror he had turned into a frightful decaying mess. His bones were visible through his worm bitten flesh. Shrieks of terror escaped from her lips. As Lulu stumbled back toward the pews, She caught a glimpse of the minister and the crowd, they appeared like Fred too. They were all just a roomful of decaying, rotted bodies. “No, this can’t be!” Lulu covered her hands with her face, but only to discover the nightmare was only just beginning. As she took her hands away, a pound of flesh pulled from her face. Lulu looked at her hands. Her skin was wrinkled and falling off, just as the rest of them.
“No!” Lulu cried. “This can’t be happening! Lulu moved further back. Surrounding her were the corpses of her friends and once family members. They all encircled her. “You shouldn’t have waited so long Lulu!” Her fiance advised. All at once they overwhelmed her. “Till death do us part, Lulu!” His words echoed eerily in her ears as the crowd enveloped her, taking her under. Only her hand was seen sticking out above their heads. Eventually her hand was pulled down from the crowd, and her cries ceased.
There is no easy was to escape your fears unless you confront them first. Poor Lulu had to learn this lesson on her big day. Sometimes when you wait too long, after all you love are dead and gone, you’ll wish you hadn’t taken so long. When love is right in front of your eyes sometimes you need to make the ultimate sacrifice.