Dirges in the Dark
This was the moment she dreaded. The others were waiting to see what she would say and do. The mid afternoon breeze found it's way through the tall trees, slapping her face and making her eyes close. Even in the darkness she could see them staring at her, waiting. She opened her eyes again, and suddenly everything seemed brighter. Like technicolour in the seventies, every word, every stop she took, mono-graphed in a studio. She walked forward, one foot in front of the other, gaze cast down, mind racing. She swallowed her, as if swallowing would make them all go away. Her white blouse flapped furiously in the wind, a small white accompaniment to the black flags that surrounded her.
She had reached it by now, all six feet of it. She ran her fingers over the delicate woodwork, tracing every dip, every curve. The pride of an undertaker. Looking in she saw the familiar face, whitened by everything they had filled him with. His eyes were closed, his lips drawn together, st