Friend’s Last Party
“Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same.” ― Flavia Weedn
Ann is no more.
A modest village church is bathing in sunshine. Pouring through pointy windows, it reflects from austere walls and perks up a dim alter.
The aisle looks like a runway. With flowers instead of lights—lilies, roses and chrysanthemums in elegant bundles.
At the end of the aisle-runway is a white casket—a weirdly shaped aeroplane in the middle of a flower meadow. Ready to take off. [Read more…]