Hazel stood in a black dress next to George, it was sad. More than usual. Every few seconds George would flinch from the ringing in his ears.
"It's sad but I like to think he was happy in the end, ain't that a nice way to think about it Hun?" Hazel smiled at the gravestone in front of them. The handicapper general herself requested that they be there. Not questioning why they came out of their home to attend this young man's funeral. Even as he was being buried he kept handicaps on.
"Didn't I tell you to forget sad things?" George squinted his eyes in pain at the sound in his ears. It sounded like a cat scratching a chalk board. Diana Moon Glampers (handicapper general) approached Hazel warmly but her eyes were cold and analytic.
"Thank you both for coming, we needed more attendees you see and we believed you suited." she shook their hands and smiled wider when George pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Oh my! But of course." Hazel gave a large smile but it felt strange. For the first time ever she felt SOMETHING. Something other than forgetfulness. She couldn't pinpoint it but it had something to do with the casket a few feet away. The way the sky was dark brown mixed with light grays.
Why did she feel?
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