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Short Story - A Moment in Time

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There I was standing still like a popsicle, so still that it copied the same stance as everyone in the dead air room. The reflection of the eighty-packed room was so quiet that you can hear the fans flowing colder air in the room on a summer’s day. The wooden seats inside matched the wooden frame of the far off casket that laid a peaceful soul. It wasn’t my turn, as I looked around many faces became recognizable. A name clicked with every familiar face from my family and friends. Everyone was wearing white as opposed to the traditional black at funerals. Why you may ask? My cousin Janet would of liked it that way, she was so full of life that it was the right fit for her. She brought a smile to everyone she touched. As I walked down the middle of the room my senses were only on me, it excluded all the sadness and whimpering in the room. I felt like I was in a dark world standing still with no one in sight. My heart was pounding up and down like a beating heart, while my legs slowly moved with a busy mind. I didn't know how my I would take it just seeing her laying down and knowing she can never open her eyes ever again. The little walk that took me from the back to front seemed like a thousand years. As I saw her there in the casket my facial expression was blank, I've never seen a dead body in front of me. I didn't know how I felt, all I could think about how I received the news of her death and the events that led me to this moment. One morning, I was driving back home after a short shift at my job in my silver Chevy Equinox. I got a call from my cousin Alejandra. The movement of her breath made it unbearably hard to understand. Once she reached a calmer cool state she was able to tell me that my cousin Janet had passed away. I instantly came to a stop and sat there frozen without a movement made, but all of sudden all I could sense was the salty tears running down my cheek. Janet to me was not only a cousin she was like a sister to me. We had a very special relationship we always understood each other. I did not know how I was going to get used to not having her around. As soon as I was arriving to my house I sat outside in my car. I did not know how I was going to tell

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