The Ransom Dress

Prompt #6 from 642 Things – Tell a story that begins with a ransom note

If you’ve ever been involved in the inner-workings of a wedding, I’m sure you know how unbelievably crazy and hectic it can be. Imagine the most impossible moment, when you were almost certain that the whole thing would cascade into complete chaos and you were positive the wedding would be called off… magnify that by 100!

That’s the point the bridal party was at as they gathered around the bride, not yet wearing her dress, to listen to her read a note.

“I am so terribly sorry to have caused you any inconvenience. However, I fear I had no choice but to take your wedding dress hostage and hold it for a ransom.”

A gasp of incredulous horror escaped from the poor ladies. Who would do such a thing? And, how dare they? Of course all of this was interspersed with the emphatic “OMG’s” and more expressions of incredulity. Then the Bride burst into tears because she needed her dress to be married in, and it was lost.

Can you imagine? Losing your dress on your wedding day?! Losing your dress on your wedding day is almost as bad as losing your Starbucks card on national coffee day! But of course something had to be done, so the mothers of the Bride and Groom organized a search party to look all around the property for the dress. They hardly knew where to begin, because it was very odd that a dress would be held for ransom without a clue of how to contact the one demanding a ransom. Yet they had to start somewhere, and so the search commenced.

They looked high and low for that dress. Under the bushes, in the closets, in the kitchen, in the cars and even in the church building, but none of the bridesmaids or the Bride had any clue where it might have gone. The wedding ceremony was set to begin in 30 minutes and the poor Bride feared she would have to cancel the whole thing. Oh she was simply miserable, because she wanted to marry the Groom more than anything in the world.

Behind the church, there was a park. And that is where the mother of the Groom went to look. She assumed it could have been some youngsters pulling what they thought was a funny prank. And where better to look for youngsters than in a park? A creek ran through the middle of the park and there was a covered bridge going across the creek. It was there the mother of the Groom found the dress and the one demanding ransom.

As she approached he held the dress out over the water threatening to drop it. She stopped and held up her hands. He did not look very dangerous. A bit unkempt perhaps and a little wild-eyed, but not dangerous. He was not a youngster, but he was young, probably in his thirties.

“What’s the ransom?” she asked.

“I was hoping the Bride would be the one to find me.”

“I need that dress,” she said, taking a step toward him. He held it out further over the water and she stopped.

“I’ll give it to you, if you promise to deliver a message to the bride.”

She nodded and he continued.

“Tell her, tell her I think she’s making a mistake. Tell her no one can ever feel about her the way I do, and if she goes through with this, my life will fall away in ashes from the fires of an undying love for her. My devotion to her, will be my death if she chooses to commit herself forever to a life away from me. Tell her I love her. Tell her, tell her I think she’s making a terrible mistake.”

“Is that all?”

He nodded and handed over the dress. She clutched it gently and then turned away and walked briskly back to the church.

Oh I wish you could have seen the rejoicing when the mother of the Groom returned the beautiful white dress to the Bride. There were many tears of joy shed. In fact, the pastor said he’d never seen so many red eyes at a wedding!

After she had gotten her dress on, five minutes before she was supposed to walk the aisle, she turned to her mother-in-law and said, “Who took it?”

The mother-in-law looked at her, smiled and said, “Just some youngster who thought he was pulling a funny prank.”

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