trail verb \ˈtrāl\
1 a: to hang down so as to drag along or sweep the ground
b: to extend over a surface in a loose or straggling manner <a vine that trails over the ground>
c: to grow to such length as to droop over toward the ground
2 a: to walk or proceed draggingly, heavily, or wearily : plod, trudge
b: to lag behind : do poorly in relation to others
3: to move, flow, or extend slowly in thin streams <smoke trailing from chimneys>
The Final Dress Fitting
The train of silk was like an extension of steel chain behind the young woman. It was heavier than she expected and held her back a bit. The thought of how symbolic this was crossed her mind. She didn’t think before she acted. There was no time. All she ever heard was, “You are meant to be”. She didn’t know anything else but this.
The seamstress eyed her up with a mouthful of pins as the soon-to-be bride awkwardly shuffled toward her. Obviously annoyed, the woman motioned for her to lift the dragging fabric off of the floor. The young woman obeyed immediately, as was her nature, and lifted it just above her calves. The cold trail of air crawled up her legs causing goose bumps and a strong shiver. The seamstress reached forth, dragged her the last two steps, and began pulling and pinching the fabric with haste. Each pin was pushed into the dress like a nail in a coffin.
“Don’t slouch. Stand up. Shoulders back.”
The young woman despised this ‘master of the pins’. She was a captive stuck in this situation feeling like she had no true options. In reality, all she had to do was say the words,
“I made a mistake. I can’t marry you.”
She quickly dismissed the thought away. Those words would slice him open for all the world to see. She would be the one who hurt him and she couldn’t live with that. No more than she could live with what she was about to do.
As the seamstress attacked the bodice, the young woman felt it constrict around her. The more she wriggled, the more tenacious the dress became. She tried to fight through it, to stay still, to ‘go with the flow’. Her efforts were futile. She could not stand it anymore. Suddenly, she heard herself scream,
“I can’t breathe! It doesn’t feel right. Please, I want to take it back.”
At that moment, she knew what she had to do.