At Weddings & Funerals || A FreeWrite

Celia stared at the coffin as her brother stared at her. She was oblivious to his beseeching eyes, begging to do her part in honouring the woman who gave them everything. But he knew it was just a matter of time. Her eyes were rolling around wildly, fighting with the demons within her.

Celia couldn't contain the sadness, the pain, the hurt, the anger. She felt the tears sprouting, spilling. She was ready to explode. And she did.

“Let me go with her!!” Her high pitched scream in the midst of the mourning crowd startled everyone except her brother. They stepped back like a ripple as Brent took a step forward. She missed him by a split second as he grabbed air and she threw herself at her mother's corpse, lying still, cotton in her nostrils, eyelids sewn shut so they would not open to see her farewell tarnished forever more.

Brent could feel his nerves on end, but he knew he had to keep sane for his mother's sake. She would have been in tears, flabbergasted at the embarrassment the scene was causing to the family name. If one could really turn in their grave, this would be the moment.

Celia hugged her dead mother, her wails getting louder. The crowd did nothing but stare, trying to soak in everything so they could regurgitate the scene with embellishments to those who had not attended. The family never failed to perform at weddings and funerals.

The siblings first held each other, a discreet tug of war before each move became exaggerated, each adamant in their own grief. One pulling, one pushing. Then they were wrestling on the floor.

This was the cue for the cousins, who picked them up and dragged them to the side. Celia looked like she was in a trance. Brent looked like he was about to turn green. Celia’s dress was torn and one cousin was already wrapping a shawl around her waist. Brent was obvious to one lens missing from his spectacles as one cousin searched for it, in the hopes that no one had already stepped on it.

Sister and brother stood side by side watching the the funeral rights carried out as if the sibling kerfuffle never happened, Brent held on to Celia’s hand tight and slowly walked over as they lowered the body into Mother Earth.

Voice shaking, Brent whispered to Celia loud enough for the closest around them to add to the highlight of their day.

“Celia, if you do not cut this out!! This drama... You, who sent her to her grave. I will honestly throw you in and bury you. The only thing stopping me, is poor mother will not be rid of you even in death.”

And just as he thought he had said enough to stop her from acting up, she jumped into the gaping hole and started wailing again.

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