By Daniela Chamorro
Camila stands in the street, gray cardigan covering her nightgown. Lily goes inside, costume bride’s veil floating behind her.
Soon, Camila will enter the waiting taxi. She’ll answer her sister’s twenty messages—On my way. She’ll sit awake, prepare for crisp lab coats, for blank walls of hospital hallways, for her mother’s pale face.
But now she looks at the white wooden house with its matching porch swing; thinks of lace dresses, vanilla frosting on the groom’s face as the bride laughs; pretends life is as simple as it seems on Maple Street on the eve of her best friend’s wedding.
Nice imagery. I love the juxtaposition of the “white” images, one happy and one much more serious. Great job!
A bittersweet story. Both happy and sad at the same time. Peaceful, normal Maple Street vs hospital’s blank walls and mother’s pale face. Wonderful writing.