The Funeral

The impetuous thundering of the ominous clouds was eerily felicitous for the occasion. From corner to corner of the room, mourners in white grieved. All, but one, one man who leaned at the back in a sinister state of euphoria, the man was either mad or the culprit’s ally. The woman in the front, seemed paralyzed, an obdurate look in her eyes – as though in disbelief, she was fighting reality, a fight no one has ever won.

The fierce man in the coffin, although lifeless, seemed to be radiating life. His green eyes had a petulant look in his eyes, a sense of anger, a promise of revenge. Only the wily younger brother of the deceased noticed, proud to have the imposition of such a deed. He would finish what his older brother had started.

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