Flight - creative writitng.

'Lucy, what do you think about Alice getting married so soon'? Lucy, 'I think it's a wonderful idea.' 'I don't. She hardly knows him'. Lucy 'she has known him for months now and anyway, Stevens a nice lad and their happy together. Besides he has money'. 'I don't care about money...' Lucy 'what's for you to care about, your grand daughter is getting married to a nice young lad who can look after her.....' 'I am going to bed.'

I couldn't handle talking to her. I thought she would be on my side of all things, but she actually wants Alice to get married. He must have pulled the wool over her eyes too.

I shall speak to Alice tomorrow and try to make her think this through.

The next morning, I got up, dressed smartly and went to the church along with Alice and Lucy and the bride's maids. This is likely to be the worst day of my life since Morra died I thought to myself. We pulled up to the church at around 11; 50am. I wanted to speak to Alice before we entered the church so I called her over alone. 'Alice are you sure this is what you want', I asked her. 'Granddad, I am happier now than I have ever been in my life'. I felt awkward. I was about to tell her I didn't approve of this marriage when Steven came over and said, 'hello, how are you'. This was not what I expected him to say. He seemed so polite. He then said, 'I am so pleased to be able to marry Alice, I love her so much.' The vicar then called me over and said it was time to start the ceremony. I started to think to myself, perhaps he isn't so bad. We all went into the church. The wedding music was played and Alice moved down the isle. I never forgot that moment. She looked so beautiful, grown up and happy and then I thought to myself, this Steven can't be too bad for her. Then they both lined up, side by side. Smiling and looking happy. They looked like a real couple and then it hit me. I was being selfish and only looked at the situation from my point of view. Not all the people involved. I was actually happy they were together. That evening Alice moved out.

Later on, I went to the back of the garden, to my pigeon Avon and let them fly away. Outwards they all spread, into flight. I knew they would come back. But still, it felt good to give them a chance at freedom.