Snaith// creative writing opening- setting funeral

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 Goodbye

‘Don’t go,’ uttered the young child. Tears swelled in her blood shot eyes before being forced to fall freely down her cheeks. Her tiny hand reached for the comfort of her mother’s .  hand in hand they left silently; mind numb with emotion. Up ahead a blanket glows in quietude as the Chinese lanterns ascend; illuminating their path home. To a home without their sister, auntie, best-friend. The worst moment…

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