The big day

In a delicate twist of his wrist, he took his watch off sliding through his fingers. He put his hand in his jacket pocket without checking the exact time. He didn´t drop it.

Arthur walked over the withered leaves of autumn in a city that the birds seemed to be banned.  He shuffled trying to fill the silence. The wrinkles on his face framed a hard look and a foreign smile.

He observed how a black car was getting closer to the main entrance of the cathedral. A woman with a long white dress got off. Arthur could almost smell her happy nervousness. A jacket-clad man gave her a hand. While the car was moving away, the two bodies that Arthur was concentrated on, crossed the principal portal without admiring the beauty of the building.

Arthur left his watch at the end of the pocket and grabbed his wallet tightly.