Blog Flash 2012
The silence grows uneasily before they are able to fully accept it. Although inevitable it snatches the breath from their lungs as they struggle to comprehend his absence, they choke on their grief where it wells in unseeing eyes, anguished tears flood the room. They follow the ritual of communal consolation, allowing their fellows that brief instant of insight into their true heartache.
I smile small comfort, watching from a distance, wondering when that tidal wave of sorrow will break upon me so I may begin mourning.
But I don't feel it.
It lies far out of reach, trapped within that glass bottle on the verge of shattering.
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my lucky number...
hoping you find peace,