Post 1610 . Thursday September 28
Just ten steps more, nine, eight, seven, six... then he tripped and quickly grabbed the handrail to avoid falling back down into the stairwell with his cherished cargo. He felt his arms were giving way, but he would not give up, not now, he was so close.
Reaching the top of the stairs, he knelt resting the priceless load on his knee as he fumbled for his keys then juggled them in his free hand until he found the one which would let him into the apartment. With all his strength he rose to his feet, pushed the key in the lock and with a twist of the knob the door flew open slamming against the wall.
A triumphant smile illuminated his sweat-drenched face as he carried his precious bundle over the threshold, lowered it to the floor and lay down alongside, exhausted but elated. “Thank you so much,” he said, “for becoming my wife today, but that’s the last time I carry you anywhere!”
The cue at this week's Six Sentence Stories is Up
*Ancients believed that evil spirits, in a last-ditch effort to curse the couple, hovered at the threshold of their new home, so the bride had to be lifted to ensure that the spirits couldn't enter her body through the soles of her feet. These days, it's just fun!
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*Ancients believed that evil spirits, in a last-ditch effort to curse the couple, hovered at the threshold of their new home, so the bride had to be lifted to ensure that the spirits couldn't enter her body through the soles of her feet. These days, it's just fun!
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Oh my! Funny one.
ReplyDeletePleased you liked it Paul!
DeleteHeeheehee! He's took that a bit too literally, didn't he?
ReplyDeleteJust a bit! Thanks mimi.
DeleteAnd I thought he was trying to get all his groceries upstairs in one trip! That was a surprise ending!
ReplyDeleteHaha...just as I planned! Thanks Kristi
DeleteI liked that note at the bottom, the origin of the custom. Nice touch. Good surprise to the ending. As with any good story I was reaching into my personal history to provide a setting as I read. The last time I lived in an apartment, it was a 3rd floor with rather narrow staircase. Good thing he fell inward rather than outwards....and now that I think of it (or visualize it) what the heck was she doing for the trip, taking a nap?!! lol
ReplyDeletegood Six, yo
I live three floors up myself with 60 steps to my door! She was probably awash with champagne and giggling all the way! Cheers Clark.
DeleteHe needed to have read your info first; I am sure just the threshold would have done. Always a fun take from you.
ReplyDeleteI agree. He carried her all the way from the reception! Thanks for your kind words.
DeleteI really thought it was going to be some strange, large purchase. Definitely didn't think wife!
ReplyDeleteIn my experince wives can be quite costly. Only kidding! Cheers Lisa
DeleteLovely read
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Thanks so much DeeDee
DeleteHa! You got me; I thought it was groceries too, or maybe a case of beer. lol But why couldn't he have just carried her from right outside the door? Fun memory for the two of them this way, though.
ReplyDeletePerhaps he was unsure which was the applicable threshold - the one from the street or the one from the stairs so he hedged his bets! |Cheers Deborah.
DeleteI read too many crime novels. I thought he had stolen something. Looks like someone stole his heart.
ReplyDeleteNicely put Denise!
DeleteIt was sufficient for me just to carry my wife over the threshold without any steps. That was all that was in my contract! Great story Keith.
ReplyDeleteA contract! I like the sound of that OE!
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