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A small group of people, clad in black, stand before the door.
"Are you sure you can do this, Madalyn?" the young man asks.
A sniff from my - the old woman, wispy grey hair in a bun. "Of course I can, he is - was my husband."
"Is everybody ready?" a worn-out woman asks, holding a baby wrapped in a dark blanket.
"Yes, yes, Cathy, let's get this over with." Madalyn grumbles.
"Yes, yes, Cathy, let's get this over with." Madalyn grumbles.
I drift behind them, sending a nostalgic look around the old house. It's soon to be sold, my family to move into a newer home in the suburbs. It's full of memories, reminders of - him. Maybe that's why they're moving in the first place.
The bell rings, the merry tune at odds with the melancholy atmosphere. The hearse has arrived. My - no, the family carefully set various flowers in the car, next to the coffin. They were adamant that they wanted to do this, even though they could barely look at the coffin.
"He - he always loved flowers." Madalyn sadly states.
"Lilies, especially." the young man says fondly.
"Yes, lilies. He always loved lilies. He used to buy seeds and plant them. He was always proudest of the lilies he grew." Madalyn laughed bitterly. "Too bad he'll never get to see them now."
"Mother, he's in a better place. I'm sure he'll have all the lilies he wants now." Cathy says.
All the lilies he wants, my foot, I think bitterly.
The family file into matching cars following the trail of the hearse. I would have preferred walking, not being stuffed into these sad, sad, cars and sitting in silence while time passes and - he doesn't get any less dead. The ride is blissfully short.
When they came out of the cars, the first thing I noticed was black. Black, black, black. A feeling of mourning permeates the air. I hated it from when they first stepped out of the cars. I don't understand why people at a funeral have to be so... depressing. When we die, we just go away. We're not hurt, we're not suffering - so why is it such a sad thing?
The event passes in a haze. I can't focus on anything but the chanting of dead, dead, dead, in my head. People stand, people talk, people breathe and sneeze and cough. I didn't come here to cry, yet here I am, weeping. No one notices.
"Mother, he's in a better place. I'm sure he'll have all the lilies he wants now." Cathy says.
All the lilies he wants, my foot, I think bitterly.
The family file into matching cars following the trail of the hearse. I would have preferred walking, not being stuffed into these sad, sad, cars and sitting in silence while time passes and - he doesn't get any less dead. The ride is blissfully short.
When they came out of the cars, the first thing I noticed was black. Black, black, black. A feeling of mourning permeates the air. I hated it from when they first stepped out of the cars. I don't understand why people at a funeral have to be so... depressing. When we die, we just go away. We're not hurt, we're not suffering - so why is it such a sad thing?
The event passes in a haze. I can't focus on anything but the chanting of dead, dead, dead, in my head. People stand, people talk, people breathe and sneeze and cough. I didn't come here to cry, yet here I am, weeping. No one notices.
Madalyn comes up to the front to say her words.
"Hello, my name is Madalyn Cren, you may know me as Aaron Cren's wife -"
I am not sad for the death. No, not at all, although the loss of human life is always sad.
"- he was a wonderful man -"
I am sad for the loved ones that were left behind.
"- and, wherever he is, I hope he knows that I love him."
After that last sentence, I know I won't stay much longer. My head snaps up, and I find myself choking out soundless words.
"I love you too Madalyn."
I slowly fade out of existence.
I slowly fade out of existence.
Literature
DREAMING A DREAM
I have a dream that I am in a dream
And in that dream I am asleep
In this dream my eyes are open
And I see that the dream is a dream
This dream that is within a dream
In this dream I then close my eyes
Falling asleep to that dream
Dreaming of being beyond a dream
The only dream that is not a dream
Literature
Dreaming
Once I had a dream so crystal clear
it washed my dream-filled crystal eyes
bright blue.
Once I had a dream about another
and of walking shores on white-washed sand -
so far.
And over hills of pure bright green
and under halls of deep red stone
and through the heart of all there is
we went.
But by sunlight, crystals turn ashen;
the touch of your hand slips
like sand.
But through work-hours and play-times
and realistic views
I’ll be fine.
I will through all my days
I will through all my hours
scratch your words into stone-slabs
and deeds into bone
in my mind.
Literature
Breathe
I’ve known how to breathe all my life,
at least that’s what I’ve been told.
No one taught me
no one showed me how
I just opened my mouth and
breathe in,
breathe out.
If I never had to learn how to live
why does it sometimes feel
so goddamn hard to fill my lungs
and let go of everything
like I’ve been born to do?
Why did no one tell me about the earth
and how it lives too,
about how when I press my ear to the dirt
I can hear it wheezing and
crying all at once?
Someone once told me that,
someone once said that the Earth is alive
and it inhales children’s footsteps
and exhales the trees whispers
and sighs the so
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So, this was another work for the writing battle for LaChicaRara! The prompt was 'Write about a funeral from the dead person's viewpoint'. This was a little hard to write, and I had to do a lot of research, but I'm pretty satisfied with the end result.
Also, if you were wondering, Aaron (the person whose viewpoint I'm writing about) uses 'he' and 'him' and 'the family' to try to give himself a kind of closure and distance himself from his family and his own death.
Also, if you were wondering, Aaron (the person whose viewpoint I'm writing about) uses 'he' and 'him' and 'the family' to try to give himself a kind of closure and distance himself from his family and his own death.
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Oh, wow, this was a great, great use of the prompt!! I was really hooked by this story! Now's my turn! (I'm really loving this battle thing, aren't you?)