Amber

Amber light streamed down from the arched windows, splattering the altar and their upturned faces.

The bride and groom avoided looking at each other. The expressions were suitably solemn for the occasion, but tense …. certainly not happy. For a moment, the priest looked unsure of saying whatever he had to, but regained his composure.

The silent voices:

He: Do you have the faintest idea what it takes to be my wife? Will you be able to go where I do, and where nobody else goes? It has never been an easy life, and I need you to look after my motherless  son. I love him more than anything else in the world.

She: My job is to go wherever you go, and it will be beyond your imagination. Your son is the ladder I chose to reach you. It has never been an easy life, being a spy …

First Line Friday