Shroud

Pixel Dreams

Gone… She was gone… Mourners moved in a single line to pay their respects. They could not believe it. The line took a step forward in unison. They were caught by surprise with the news. And the line took another step in unison. She had helped so many throughout the years, she had fed them, sheltered them, taken care of their health.  And another step.  But there was nothing that could be done, she was gone. The line extended for miles and miles crossing the flat horizon. She seemed so peaceful, they thought, slowly taking one step after the other. But inside she was counting them, memorizing their faces, their words. Inside she was preparing herself. She was not gone. She was just... beyond. This was the shroud that covered her... to be.

Writer's Dash