February 14th, 1963
Carolina Haines walked slowly down the aisle, her heart began to feel faster and her body heat was increasing. This was the day that she had waited forsince she was a child, the day that she had been planning for for as long as she could remember. This was the day in which she was the centre of attention, hearing the gasps and whispers from her friends and family as they looked at her walking down the aisle towards Ronald Haroldson, her true love. They had been together three years and now she was finally getting the chance to show the world their love. She had spent months preparing for the day, ensuring that the venue was correct and that flowers and the cake was ordered. The dress had taken her a while to find but once she had she knew it was the dress. After a few alterations she was wearing the dress of her dreams, about to marry the man of her dreams.
She looked around the room slowly as she made her way to the altar and smiled, it was more than she could imagine. Better than she had hoped it would be. There was a large canopy that was the main attraction and which was coveredin white and peach roses. White material was drapedaround the room and white and peach covers adorned the chairs. A red runner ran from the door to the altar and was dressedwith rose petals. She was approaching the alter when she felt herself becoming weaker and light headed. Her body was shivering and she had chills but she was sweating at the same time. Her stomach knotted and she struggled to keep herself from being sick, she had only eaten a salad a few hours before the wedding. The lights started to become bright and she could feel herself getting dizzy. She tried to shake the feeling off, putting it down to nerves. She suddenly became weak and had to hold on to one of the chairs for support.
“Baby, are you alright?” she heard the panic as her fiancée rushed to her side and pulled her close to him. In the background the guests were panicking and calling for an ambulance. Her body started to convulse violently and started to foam at the mouth, she tried to speak but she couldn’t get any words out as her stomach got tighter and the pain was becoming unbearable. There were screams as she sank into unconsciousness and slipped away from the world.
She heard a silent whisper in her ear as she felt arms wrapped around her tightly “I knew I’d get you. That money is mine” . Ronald had done this to her, he had taken her life…so he could get the money from her life insurance.
Here’s the prologue to the story that I am writing for David Monk’s anthology. I hope that it leaves you reeling but doesn’t give away too much. Let me know what you think and does it have you interested?