From the February ChelsieChallenge Prompts, courtesy of chatelaine-s .


The church is the same as ever, and so are they. Dressed in their Sunday best, sided by side as they have been for over twenty years. Mr. Travis mumbles away as he does, and it's the same words they've heard recited by others countless times before.

Except it's not.

Because it is their voices this time. It is his hand she's holding and her finger he slips the ring onto. Her sparkling eyes and his wide smile.

And when they kiss each other for the first time they both sense the subtle shift. Something very old, has begun anew.