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| Rest in Peace |
The coffin of Great Aunt Tilly lay in state in the
funeral home, surrounded by family, who mourned her passing. Whispering between themselves, their depth of
sorrow was on display.
She was quite the grand personality…Well, she was one stingy b…When Tilly
entered the room, who could ignore her?…she was evil, downright ev…she
was the best mother…
No one could say with certainty when the door creaked open and a slow
dense fog rolled in along the
floor. No one could describe how the
temperature fluctuated between
cold and colder.
Screaming, all stampeded from the funeral home to their cars
and roared away.
Andrew Jones, the undertaker, and his son Richard were
speechless at first. Then Richard cleared his throat, “Well, you don’t see that
every day.”
The creator of Wednesday Words is Delores at Under the Porchlight. She passed the baton to other bloggers, wonderful bloggers. Elephant's Child also shares the words at her site, and comments can be found there. My turn is the month of November. Who will be in December or January? Wait and see.
