After placing his fathers casket on the graveside bier, Seth and his
brother in law took up their places at the end of the line.
The family car pulled up with his mother and the funeral director.
The director, supporting his grieving mother, slowly approached.
“You have him in the wrong spot,” she remarked.
quick-
deadly as the strike
of a swamp snake.
Seth had never seen blood leave a mans head so fast before or
sense. Seth’s brother in law leans in and says, “You think she’s right?”
“No doubt,” Seth replied. “Well then,” he said, ”that’s about the worst
mistake a grave digger can make,” he said. “Yep” Seth replied.
“That’s pretty much all there is to grave digging.”
glistening there
one pearl of water
on the screen
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: March 2nd, 2021 09:16
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Not bothered where I go at the end, I will not be there.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
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