01/09/2023
excerpt from ‘Hello, Goodbye.”
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The muffled cries in the room turned now into loud wails. Mother shook and wept as we seated ourselves in a pew. Uncles consoled crying aunts. Cousins comforted my somber grandmother. I just sat there, unsure what to do. As the preacher took the stage, the congregation composed themselves. Throughout the sermon, I could hear sniffles and moans. Soon bored, I busied myself by making funny faces into my shiny shoes. My cousin beside me said his shoes were shinier. I argued they weren't. The service ended, we filed back to the limo. I crossed my fingers for a return to grandmother’s house. My wish was not granted.
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High in the sky, the sun gleamed down. The mourners gathered closely in the shade of the massive oak tree. The casket, suspended over a deep hole in the ground, was now closed. No roses or flowers. As the pallbearers stood beside the coffin, the preacher went into a final prayer. The soft cries crescendoed into wails. A red rose found its way into my hand. The casket was lowered into the hole. One by one, family and friends made their way to the edge of the grave and tossed their rose onto the casket. Standing at the edge of the grave, I admired that great shiny box at the bottom. Rose in hand, I stretched my arm out over the grave and released the rose while saying goodbye to the man inside.
-Written by Chazmen Sonique from a book i’ll eventually finish.
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