“Every Action done in Company, ought to be with Some Sign of Respect, to those that are Present.” G. Washington.
There was a great plaza, speckled with a small crowd. There was a long aisle, flanked by seated strangers. There was a man in a suit. There was a woman wearing white rags. Were there flowers? There must have been. There was a Bible, or two, or a church perhaps. There were witnesses, or there were none. There was a fist held high. There were fires, large and small. A candle. A crying out. There were promises made, promises made, promises made, and a heart as clear as a bell heard the hollow echo.
He wiped away tears.
This was just what he’d wished for.
She braced herself, stiff.
Rosefire Rising 