The hearse stopped at the cemetery surrounded by two-story houses. I parked on the opposite side.
The mourners swayed around the coffin and their loss, and the rabbi began. I pressed an ear between the wrought iron bars, but all I could hear was her melancholy drone. When one of his kids looked in my direction, I pulled my scarf over my head and left.
I read the obituary between the stove and the sink. Ought to cry sometime, I figured. The words ‘faithful husband’ made me laugh.
I watched the fire escape for a while, snowflakes drifting through my reflection.
Yvonne Eliot says
Beautifully sad and poignant.
Ekta R. Garg says
Interesting perspective. We usually hear from the married woman and not the mistress. This was a great choice of POV!
There’s a lot in these words, you did an excellent job showing us this whole story without saying anything outright. Good POV choice
Toni Brayer says