Mm.
I have mixed feelings about this.
I doubt that I will go as well as I went in the trial, but it shouldn't be too bad.
I used the wedding picture which, although I figured (correctly, it turns out) everybody else would use it too, was the best and generally the easiest (especially after being totally tripped up by a few of the questions in section one leaving me with less than desirable time >< ).
I wrote from the perspective of the father of the bride, deeply jealous and hurt that this less than intelligent man had taken his daughter of 23 years away from him in less than 5. Mostly inner monologue, he speaks of her childhood and various important points in her life etc. etc. etc. always bordering and sometimes even achieving a state of utter clich, but that was intentional.
So basically he makes a speech and his inner monologue contrasts greatly with what he actually says, he is evidently a selfish man etc. etc. more clichs but hey, I'm young and I rely on clichs to fill out the story (or I'm too lazy or something, I can never decide which).
After the speeches are all over (for all of which he is basically zoned out), he gets up and walks around, takes a piece of cake. He goes to a board on one of the courtyard walls which was made up by his wife and his mother, of his daughter throughout her life, when she was newly born, when she was an infant, her eighth birthday party etc. etc. sentimentality etc. clich etc. When gets to the bottom of the board, he sees that on the left side there is an old photograph of him and his daughter at some young age on his shoulders, smiling and having fun. Directly next to it there is a sharp, digital photo print of his daughter at her current age in the arms of her new husband. The last line was something like.
"He threw his cake into the bin and went back to his place at the table, to let age take it's toll."
And that's that. Oh it's not bad. I'd be interested to see what they think (so often they dig massively cliched things).
All in all I think I wrote... seven pages... I can't remember - I was rushing at the time.