Snippets (number 3)

Clouds raced in, leaving mere scraps of light blue peeking through the thick white blobs, the instant that we arrived at the church’s gates. The squat building with the myriad of different coloured bricks seemed to be so far away, the well trodden path through the grass, stretching further than it had done before.

As I dithered, watching the crush of black clad figures, their eyes rimmed by sadness, I had the sudden urge to turn and run. I was not ready to say goodbye.

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