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just a thin, colorless

light

filtered through

the clouds

the sun

just didn’t bother

anymore

late autumn

It seemed

nobody bothered

too much

there were almost

fifty people there

all gathered for the

funeral

He lit a cigarette, not giving

a damn what others

might say or think, and

dragged a long, lazy puff

and said, “Still better than a

wedding,” to no one

in particular

A few did hear him

but most didn’t

Weird thing to say

at the funeral of one’s own

child, but coming from

him, it wasn’t

that unheard of

“Just let him

be,” said a few voices. “After all,

he is… you know.”

“Yeah,” he said. “You’re

goddamn right.

I’m a writer.”