Her pale face was the lantern
By which they read in life’s dark book.
-RS Thomas, On The Farm
Mary’s face was pale, well, more pale. Her sons stood next to her in their own black clothing, their faces just as pale as their mother’s, though their tears were more easily seen.
Mary had faced things like death of family all her life, long before she’d ever met or had any of her current family, but she had never been so cut off from her Bond mate.
Her mind was more lonely than it had been even after the sealing of the pathway she shared with her sister. This was different and so much more painful.
Written in response for today’s Light and Shade Challenge, again. But this time I managed to stay within the 100 word limit!
The funeral had been hard to sit through. Her sons were angry and sad and didn’t know just how much he was missed.
Mary sighed as her eldest slammed the door behind him.
This isn’t what I meant.
Written for this week’s Trifextra challenge: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/02/trifextra-week-103.html
A little interlude somewhere in the Former Guardian story after her estranged husband dies.