She looked happier.
Momma used to say my sister wore her mood like a big black coat in a rain storm. Always covered up, hunched over. Protecting, or hiding, herself from the world. Or something in it.
Her smile seemed out of place at a funeral. But it suited her.
This 50-word story was written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters writing prompt on Hive “she looked happier”.
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