Together, they
walked arm in arm along the muddy
path as the cold, damp air lay heavy around them. No words were needed. They sat side
by side, hugging their coats tighter as the cold air slowly enveloped them.
Through hymns and readings, the two friends lent on each other; their white knuckle grip only matched by their anguish at
sitting in the church decades earlier than they should have been. They
seemed to take it in turns to sob uncontrollably yet quietly, still holding
tight to one another; seeking comfort, support and love as well
as answers that never came. . .
Surrounded by friends, strength flowed slowly through
their bodies as they could smile and
remember in celebration and support others,
all sharing their grief, memories, hugs and smiles as one family.
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Dedicated to my lovely friends and colleagues. xxx
Over the word count today. I'm going to take Jack Sparrow's take on the rules/code and see them as more of guidelines; I wanted to get back to more of a story entry. xx
A real tribute, beautiful Lizzie. x
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A touching take on the prompt, and a powerful reminder of the role of friends.
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