Bernadette Braganza

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

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