© 2011 Shannon Cassady

DO YOU FEEL THAT?

Mid-conversation with myself, the world stopped spinning.

“Shh! Do you feel that?...The walls are tumbling down.”

I am now afraid knowing that time is limited, as well as actions. 

Today things changed.

THE PREACHER SAID HE’S IN A BETTER PLACE…I KNOW THE TRUTH. SECRETLY, I WISH MY FAITH COULD COVER AS HIS

His story had reached its end: the lid was closed, and the dirt caked over the cedar lid. They call this the perfect opportunity to “finally move on.”  I keep promising myself that I won’t cry. I still can’t get over that smile.  I’d never really seen it before; it’s a little contagious, and it makes me want to cry. The common, stained, stench of booze was gone now; now he smelled like a box that had been forgotten, a box that was shoved into the corner of an old attic. He smelled abandoned. He was so happy, so neat. His tie was perfectly adjusted, and his jacket was well-ironed. He’d never dressed up, but today, he was lookin’ sharp. I’d never seen him this peaceful, this quiet. He had a smile on his face – and this time it wasn’t fake. He was always so angry…

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