By Ken Bergman
Tears and moans were lurking below the silence.
“That funeral was over as fast as her passing,” my drunken uncle blurted out as we sat in our living room like a black mass.
No one said a word.
Blankness filled my father’s ashen face, while my mother’s swollen eyes just reflected a dour look.
As I took a sip of tepid tea, a gentle breeze slithered around my neck and I wasn’t sad anymore.
Instead, I became afraid that I was the only one who could see my sister’s maimed body in the dim hallway, her clouded eyes glaring with contempt.
Great build, excellent rhythm, and a catchy ending. At first ‘slithered’ seemed out of place, however it was far more contextual once the ending came.
A chilling scene at the ending. Great tale.
good little story — kind of a double twist at the end…..
Great story, quick and brutal character build and absolutely terrific twist at the end. You packed a terrific bunch of wonderful into a little tiny suitcase!! Loved it!!!!!