Never let them see you coming…

She had died twice in one day already. The funeral had dragged on rather slowly; everyone in charge of the funeral at the cathedral seemed clueless about the task they were assigned to. Poor thing, there was barely any family to pay their last respect to except her half-brother, who seemed anxious to leave the cathedral. Her boss was there, with his ever piercing eyes making potholes at her face, watching her every move. The quilt patterned windows was a good form of distraction from all the mild chaotic funeral preparation, as she began to delicately scrutinize it. Continue reading

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