Want to play along? It’s fun and easy!I didn’t go to my husband’s funeral.It was a closed-casket service, so there’d be no closure from seeing him one last time. I didn’t care to see him again anyway, closure or no. All the tearful sentiments—he was so young, it was so tragic, he was such a wonderful man—would have sent me right into the ground with him. I couldn’t stomach the thought of one more person patting my shoulder and telling me how sorry they were, how horrible it must be for me, and to call if I needed anything at all.The day before they buried Sam, I quietly packed whatever I couldn’t live without into my truck. The next morning, around the time family and friends were probably all dressed in black and filing into the church, I climbed into the cab and drove out of town without looking back.
1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published
2. pick six sentences
3. post ‘em on your blog or website on Sunday
Interesting way to deal with a funeral. Makes me wonder what kind of husband he had been...
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Very well-written. I hate funerals too.
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing opening! So many questions put into the readers mind and a great glimpse into the heroine's personality. Well done six.
ReplyDeletePerfectly captures my feeling about funerals. Great six.
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