Random Practice Stories

His funeral

The day was a rainy one, the sky was as dark as the atmosphere and it poured, for the tears she was unable to shed. Her brother she held near and dear to her soul, laid in his final resting spot to sleep forever , he wasn't related by blood but by bond. How clever his sarcasm was it would even throw off Einstein, how giddly he would poke at her sides when the distant woman would finally find an interest in someone, and how his brilliant smile would brighten the deepest of corners...gone. She was so deep in thought it wasn't till someones slippery, muddy dress shoes stepped on her polished Louboutins pulled her out of the back of her mind to the present. Everyone seemed to be heading inside to hear his finally wishes and blessings that he would give. The rain beat against her exposed elbow from under the umbrella as she sheepishly made her way inside. Even though a tear hadn't even fallen from her eyes, she felt completely exhausted, like she had sold her energy in exchange for her cold, but composed exterior. There was a big meeting room where everyone sat to hear his will, some found a little comfort in the gifts he left them, while others threw tantrums claiming they deserved more. Finally it was just her and someone else across the table from the man reading off the will, she hadn't even looked up to see... she just wanted to go home to retreat into her grieving state of mind.