Sandy

The looped shape and golden glisten captured my eyes. For years, I floated freely, avoiding the hook’s lure and luster. Many times I approached, but retreated to safety, while others were caught, some freeing themselves at the last instant. Yet now I felt my jaw gently drop as I drew into range. The shimmer, the movement, the resignation to destiny. I closed my eyes and opened my lips. “You may now kiss the bride.”