Wednesday, December 21, 2011


Brian knots up an eclectic striper of midnight and deep lilac this evening.  The last visitors slowly wandered away, each one more kind and sincere than the last.  She was exhausted.  As her priest approached for a final word, she saw someone else emerge from the periphery.  Young, dressed almost...cacophanously in black leather riding gear, the young woman walked to the front of the chapel, a streak of purple luminous in her hair. She laid her arms over the closed casket as if in an embrace, and dropped a small bouquet. She left as quickly as she appeared.  When the priest retrieved the nosegay, he found it was of rosemary and lavender.