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People pressed around
me, stiff and uncomfortable under the softly glowing lights.
Soothing decor boxed in murmurs, surrounding everyone in an
unhappy, awkward frame. The coffin sat hunched, like a determined
monster in the corner of the room. My mind kept explaining
my eyes were deceiving me, but the truth of death spun out
in an triumphant scream, not allowing anyone to dismiss it's
presence. Desperately, I searched for anything to mute that
sullen sound.
My eyes focused on delicate
veins tracing fragile lace through the lavender petal that
gently floated to the floor. Separated from its greater glory,
it was still terribly beautiful. My eyes too fretful to turn
away from its obvious testimony, I let it invoke the trembling
thoughts touching my mind. Flower scent filled the air to
bursting, giving sweet memories something to glide on. My
heart cracked from the force of that scent and everything
it entailed, but joyful thoughts cascaded on.
©1998, Christie
Benson
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