The funeral

Our writing instructor this winter gave us an assignment:
"Can you tell a story in 6 words exactly?

Now try the same story in 50 words max. 
Then try it in 100 words"

I am happy with the results and share them here:

I came. I saw. I wept.

We accompanied Loretta, to support her as presider at the funeral of her nephew’s nineteen year old half-brother, Victor. Victor’s mother’s husband had murdered Victor, Victor’s mother, and killed himself. Opening the doors of the funeral home hall, seeing the families milling about, bumping blindly into one another, I wept.

We accompanied Loretta to Chicago, to support her as presider at the funeral of nineteen year Victor Robles. Victor was the half-brother of Ben, Loretta’s nephew. Victor’s mother came to Chicago and took Victor back to Arkansas to celebrate Christmas. The night before Christmas eve, Victor’s mother’s husband, whom Victor and Ben had always been suspicious of, and warned their mother about, murdered Victor, Victor’s mother, and killed himself. The funeral would occur New Year’s eve day. Opening the doors of the funeral home hall, seeing the families milling about, bumping into one another, as in a fog, I wept.

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