Fiction: Before the Funeral (270 words)

17 Sep

Sarah sat down gently next to her brother.  She didn’t talk—she didn’t try to comfort him—she just waited.  It was her way of letting him know she was there for him, but without stepping on any toes or becoming over bearing about it.  She just waited.

They sat in silence for the better part of a half hour before he reached over and placed a hand on her knee. “Hey, S.”

“Howdy Dean.” He gave her knee an encouraging little squeeze, so she pressed on.  “How’s Bess doing?”

“Well, she’s getting stronger every day.  They think she’ll be released I time for the funeral.”

“That’s good,” Sarah smiled, “I know she’ll want to be there. Pay her respects, you know?”

“Yeah—I do.”  He turned to look at her, and his eyes were rimmed with red. It almost made her want to start crying again, “Do you want to come, Sar? To the funeral, I mean.”

“I—yeah.  As long as I wouldn’t be getting in anyone’s way. Don’t want to be the annoying little sister pushing my way into your stuff again.”

Dean laughed—it was a bit hollow, but it was still good to hear.  He leaned over and kissed Sarah on the top of the head.  “No, of course not.  You’ve known Tay just as long as the rest of us.  If you want to come, you should come.”

“Okay.”  They were silent for a while again before, “Dean?”


“I’m really sorry you lost your best friend.”

He gave her another little squeeze on the knee and kiss on the top of the head.  “Me too, S, Me too.”

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