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Weekly Contest #359
The casket slowly descended into the hole they had dug.Rain stung my hands like ice. I shoved them deep into my jacket pockets. Everyone was waiting like we were in line for a movie no one wanted to watch. “… Amen.” The minister concluded the final prayer. I looked around at all the faces and what their expressions told me. Numbness, tears, anger, guilt. I was glad I wasn’t the only one who felt guilty at this funeral. Somehow, Kiki had a way of doing that, even when she was dead, even though it wasn’t anyone’s fault. No one here, at least. ...
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