A wail pierced the sombre silence of the graveyard. She continued sobbing, the tears wetting the newly-placed slab on the unmarked grave.
It had been almost a month since their grand-uncle had passed, but Anna was adamant to continue the family tradition of crying your eyes out during a funeral.
“Akka*, why are you crying here?”
“Just like her to be late,” she thought, wiping away a tear, just the way they did in the movies. “To pay my respects, of course. It’s why we’re both here.”
“But Uncle Peter was buried three rows ahead.”
*Akka means elder sister in Tamil.
Word Count 95 : FCA
This month’s WEP theme is Grave Mistake. What’s yours?
Bernadette Braganza 
Leave a comment