We walk up to the open casket and pay our respects to our fallen friend. A strange sense of closure fills the silence.
This is a really nice wake, Emma, I said as we walk away from the casket.
Yeah, Alex said, Were proud of you Hills. I know it was hard for you, he said placing a hand on her shoulder.
It was a little difficult, she said quickly wiping away a stray tear. But it actually helped a lot. It was nice to be with his parents again and looking through the pictures, but I feel a little better, she said smiling.
We hung around the funeral home until the wake ended.
Anyone want ice cream? Brandon asked peeking into his wallet.
I could go for some, Jax said taking my hand as we started walking down the block.
There we were, red-eyed, faces streaked with dry tears, dressed black, we walked down the sidewalk to the local ice cream shop.
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The Blood-Stained River
Short StoryIt was spring break, what did you expect? What did anyone expect? Surely not a murder. Not of someone you know, anyway. Not someone who you see everyday in the halls. Not in a town like St. Croix, Wisconsin. A population of 2,133 people. Now it's a...
