100 Word Stories: Debut
Angels in Port Angeles
I lost my wallet 2700 miles from home. It held my and my husband’s belongings (because I am the responsible one) including driver’s licenses, passports, credit cards and $500 in cash. The next twelve hours were stressful. I felt foolish among my in-laws. After a sleepless night, a Facebook message provided the oxygen I needed to breathe again. A woman inquired if I had recently lost a wallet in Port Angeles, Washington. Her children, searching for hidden painted rocks, found it nestled behind a bench. It was returned with all its original contents. There are angels living in Port Angeles.
My entourage and I had been wedding boutique hopping for most of the daylight. It became clear the dress did not want to be found on this day. During our last stop, somewhere between dress twenty-four and impatience, the boutique Seamstress asked, “Can I show you a dress from upstairs?” A lightweight, corseted, strapless dress adorned with gold lace on creamy silk was brought down with the chivalry of carrying a wife across the threshold. It fit. There were tears of joy (and relief). It’s didn’t have a price tag or a label. “I will give you $150!” Sold.
Mesh Short Royalty
It was the first time visiting the Guidance Counselor's office not on my own accord. I scanned my brain for wrongdoings. There were none. I was an obeying student with extra-curricular activities to my name. The Counselor informed me I was nominated to Homecoming Court. Reviewing the commitment of this nomination, she stressed I would have to buy a skirt. My mesh shorts and hooded sweatshirt did not reassure her of my style depth. I did not win the crown. During the homecoming football game, though, I did receive a compliment on my caramel skirt from guess who. Mic drop.
The most memorable spiritual experience came from a religion I do not practice. I was studying abroad in Greece. It was Holy Saturday, and we attended the neighborhood Greek Orthodox church. Lights were shut off at midnight. The chanting priest burst through folding doors at the front of the church, and utter chaos ensued. People rushed the priest to light their beeswax candle. One by one, small flames were passed, like shared unspoken promise. Candles, within the Greek Orthodox church, symbolize many things, one being a representation of continual prayers. That night, prayers far outnumbered the stars.
**If I had a photo, it wouldn't have won for best spiritual experience.
We arrive at our layover destination: Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport. Beers are shared amongst a couple with 20 years of marriage under their belt. We have 72 days to our marriage. We part ways as airport encounters require. Entering the gate wing, there are three departing flight options: Montana, L.A., and Oregon. I do not know which one our flight is; the surprise honeymoon reaching its optimum success. Standing equal distance from all gates, my anticipation and excitement escalates. We board the bird to the City of Angels. Once seated, Ben whispers, we have one more flight. Aloha!
The header image was taken by Merritt Lee Photography