“We pray to the lord that he take this daughter’s soul into his kingdom and forgive her sins while among the living. We give thanks for your light and have faith that all endings have their purpose. Amen.”
A bottle shattered against a gravestone. Cousin David cursed drunkenly. “I cut my fucking hand!”
Her mother’s eyes didn’t move from me even when the coffin lowered into the sodden earth. There was hate there, and blame. The words “You drove her to it.”
Seven crows cackled in the holly tree above.
Seven was alright.
Murder is a six letter word.
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Patrick Juhl
Born in California, live in Tennessee. Wanna know more? Well maybe there are hints hidden in code in each of my stories. But probably not. I've got a black cat named Peewee.
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