Matilda wrung the dust cloth and sighed. “Get to work, girl,” she mumbled to no one, since the house rang with emptiness.
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Starting
in the kitchen, Matilda reached behind the dry goods, retrieving the
boxes of rat poison and bottles of potassium chloride. “No one needs
these anymore!” she exclaimed cheerfully.
She
moved on to the bathrooms used by the late Lady and Lord Davis, taking
the arsenic bottles, and putting the real medicine in their places.
“Poor souls! To be so ill at the late blossoms of life!” Lady Davis had
passed to her eternal reward only a year or so ago. There had been
little mourning and much giggling at church during music and prayers for
the late Lady Davis
Now
again a year later, at the Presbyterian Church next day, the township
were dressed in black, touching their eyes now and then with hankies.
Matilda sat in her customary place in back. The Right Reverend
Lancaster, retired, gave a very very brief sermon, and then praised
loyal parishioners for honoring his late lordship, Lord Davis. “Now, we
shall attend the church potluck, after attending to His Lordship’s
request to be cremated.”
Outside,
a roaring bonfire awaited pall bearers to throw the pine box into the
flames. As the fire leaped at the additional fuel, the cheers lifted as
if one. “Take that, ye old *@$%^....”
This is a re-post from August 8, 2013. It was at my "How do I do this?" Not knowing the proper way to reference and honor anyone, I will do it now. The words are from Delores, who started the Wednesday Words way back when. Delores wanted bloggers to break from their WIP and get a fresh look after writing something unusual. Unfortunately, I didn't indicate the word in any way, but oh well, what can I say?
However, in my young blogging, days, I did not underline, bold, or italicize the words for readers to identify. Just look for strange words that are worked into sentences that seem a little odd.
Thanks.
