I wasn’t crying and didn’t intend to, but if I didn’t seem like I was on the verge of tears, that bitch Tali was going to get all the attention. Other than Hyacinth. It was her funeral, after all. The portrait sitting at the end of the bar in the shitty dive where our dirt-cheap wake followed a barebones funeral in a park was designed to get me going. Noumen, who had to miss the funeral for a double shift, painted her perfectly: locks of fuchsia hair surging past her shoulders, nervous lips-shut smile, lively eyes looking just past the viewer.
Eggshell in the Crematorium
Eggshell in the Crematorium
Eggshell in the Crematorium
I wasn’t crying and didn’t intend to, but if I didn’t seem like I was on the verge of tears, that bitch Tali was going to get all the attention. Other than Hyacinth. It was her funeral, after all. The portrait sitting at the end of the bar in the shitty dive where our dirt-cheap wake followed a barebones funeral in a park was designed to get me going. Noumen, who had to miss the funeral for a double shift, painted her perfectly: locks of fuchsia hair surging past her shoulders, nervous lips-shut smile, lively eyes looking just past the viewer.