Post by Leonardo on Dec 29, 2013 0:38:10 GMT -6
It was a perfect day on the Mapleton grounds. It was Christmas, and the graveyard employees had all but gone. The surrounding area was quiet, save for a few laughing children with their parents as they placed flowers onto old graves. There was also the song of a lark that came and went, but it was not one of happiness or joy, but one of sadness and regret. Not a single non human soul cracked a smile that day, or invaded the un-tilled area of the graveyard. For this was the day of a very important funeral.
A Mobster Funeral.
A large group of dogs sat around in a half circle, each sadly shaking their heads, staring at the raised platform before them, or at their feet, more readily. They couldn't stare into the hard amber eyes of Francesco Sardelli, who sat with his three daughters next to the body; It was draped in red silk cloth. It was the best they cold do, along with an old shoebox to set the body in. Frankie and his girls sat on the platform near the steps, while Leo sat with Lily at right side and Randy at his left. Both were in booths made by left over umbrellas. Vinny stood outside the booth with a few others. Two long streams ran from his eyes. That was nothing compared to Frankie's daughters, Rosa, Matilde, and Sofia. They were hysterical.
Frankie stared at the bundle of red cloth in the shoebox. It was almost surreal. He wished he could close his eyes and just wake up, sleeping next to his beloved wife. He wished his kids were kittens again, and that he cold start over. They had told him time and time again that he cold have done nothing to prevent such a thing from happening, but Frankie felt like he was partly responsible for what was happening. And no matter what, part of him was being buried in that box today.
A Mobster Funeral.
A large group of dogs sat around in a half circle, each sadly shaking their heads, staring at the raised platform before them, or at their feet, more readily. They couldn't stare into the hard amber eyes of Francesco Sardelli, who sat with his three daughters next to the body; It was draped in red silk cloth. It was the best they cold do, along with an old shoebox to set the body in. Frankie and his girls sat on the platform near the steps, while Leo sat with Lily at right side and Randy at his left. Both were in booths made by left over umbrellas. Vinny stood outside the booth with a few others. Two long streams ran from his eyes. That was nothing compared to Frankie's daughters, Rosa, Matilde, and Sofia. They were hysterical.
Frankie stared at the bundle of red cloth in the shoebox. It was almost surreal. He wished he could close his eyes and just wake up, sleeping next to his beloved wife. He wished his kids were kittens again, and that he cold start over. They had told him time and time again that he cold have done nothing to prevent such a thing from happening, but Frankie felt like he was partly responsible for what was happening. And no matter what, part of him was being buried in that box today.