After the Funeral


By Rachel Chen

After the funeral, begins the cliché.

After the funeral, she finally let herself cry, silent sobs wracking her body.

After the funeral, she stared absently at the flowers everyone had brought, already wilting in their vases. She contemplated getting up, but there was enough lasagna in the fridge to last weeks.

After the funeral, she cleaned out the closet. Tried to throw things away but ended up boxing it all. She labeled them meticulously, putting off moving them to the attic.

After the funeral, nothing changed. Anything that had did before people came and confirmed that he was gone.

Rachel Chen likes coffee, rain, and poetry (though not necessarily in that order).

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