Fontanelle
A man stands up at a pew. He clears his throat politely to the woman on his left who is overcome with grief. Raising her head she tucks her knees and pivots her seated grieving to allow him into the isle. The man edges past her and caries his momentum out and into the open space among the pews. His funeral blacks cling rigid and starched to his frame resisting as he walks with purpose to the pulpit.
