The Man in the Box

Cracked lips drew a thin line, as she squinted at the sun, cursing its indecency. How crude it was to shine so brightly on a day that deserved only shadows. The preacher spoke, or rather chanted, about the "life everlasting" that would be gifted upon those gone from this world. Laughter threatened to spill from deep inside, her amusement originating from the fact that the man in the box hated organized religions. "Suits him well," she thought to herself. Nodding along, the rest of the crowd muttered occasional "amens" and sniffles away the occasional tear. She sure that known of them knew the man, now destined for damnation. She, on the other hand, had known him all too well. Smug at the assumption of his eternal demise, she walked away from the fabricated lies being sewn over the man's forever home: a 6 ft hole in the ground. She was overjoyed, of course, that he was gone forever but the fear are away at her. The damage had already been done and she feared it wasn't enough that he was dead, it never was, and it never would be.