She lay there among the silk and fancy attire. She looked as if she were a wilted flower resting on a polished stone in an unattended garden, beautiful but lifeless. Her skin powdered with a white mask, she never wore her makeup that light. We did not believe it was her at first, however she bare the ring her sister bought her. A stranger to her but an acquaintance spoke on her behalf, as she lay there in silence. Some say when the body dies it will rest until it is time; we felt her presence there, as if she was an angel in the choir. Maybe among the voices there, hers was the sweatiest, she always did love the song, Amazing Grace.
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Tanya L. Lyles
3 comments:
This one painted a picture in my head. This is very cool. As the best English teacher I ever had said, "A picture says a thousand words, but a thousand words paint a picture." - Mr. N
I do realize this is not a thousand words. But that adds to the beauty of it. You didn't have to use a thousand words.
Thank you. It sounds like your English teacher Mr. N made a great impression on you.
Yes he did. Not only was he my teacher but he was a very good friend. Taught me quite a few life lessons. And taught me a lot about writing and the appreciation of literature. He is on this blog now. It is Mr. Neuburger. He posted A Rosary, St. Christopher, And A Six Pack.
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