Fandango’s Friday Flashback-Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of you earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember?
From my achieves- I actually wrote this in February of 2018 but didn’t post it until Halloween of 2018 I named one of the characters after my Aunt Irene. She would have approved.
We met to plan the final details for Mr. Gale’s Funeral in a spot behind the Gale Family home where Mrs. Gale had planted an extensive and lovely garden.
It was the beginning of fall and the leaves had just started to drop from the trees.
” Just treat it like any other traditional Funeral, ” his wife told me as we strolled slowly along the garden path. ” Flowers, candles maybe someone can read poem and can you recommend a Minster? I suppose we need one of those.”
I assured her I could see to all of these details.
” I am so glad to hear that Irene, this is such a trying time you know.”
” I do and I’m very glad I could help.”
Mrs. Gale leaned over and whispered into my ear. ” I am curious dear, how it came that you decided to become-” she was at a loss for the word which is not unusual in times like this.
I patted her arm. ” It’s the family business.”
Mrs. Gale smoothed her hair which had been tussled by the light breeze and then walked over to her husband’s casket and put her gloved hand on it, somewhat cautiously. ” Oh Dear, I almost forgot. Music. Can we have music-”
The thudding and screaming resumed from inside the sealed casket.
” In case he starts up with that again ” sighed the soon to be widow.
2 thoughts on “Mr Gale’s Funeral”
That was unexpected! 😉
Yeah. My Aunt Irene was full of contridictions. In a good way. She’d have made a great Hitman. She was super focused and organized😎😉