Daily Writing Blurb

She heard the comments at the funeral.
"Wearing her hair like that," tutted one of the sisters. "As if she were a maiden."
"And her dress," muttered another. "Such indecency."
Now that they were gone, all those voices of derision, she could mourn him the way he asked her to. It was he who chose her dress in the last days, and she now honored his last request.

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Photo: Paolo Roversi.