And, slowly they drove away.
It’s a month on. I drove past yesterday. Well, I stopped actually. I have a thing about pulling out in front of a hearse. I won’t. I’d rather stop all the traffic and let the whole cortege out in front of me. So I did.
They were indicating to pull out as I drew alongside. The coffin lonely in the back. A flower arrangement sitting on top. Lilies. Clean and cream. The shiny black limo sitting behind. A short column of cars stacked behind.
So I stopped, put my car in neutral, switched on the hazards and let them all go. We sat quietly, my kids and I, as they drove slowly away. Then I carried on with my day. (bloke sat behind me wasn’t happy but I really don’t care.)
Was it her in the coffin? I have no idea. Could be coincedence, but I don’t believe in coincedence as a rule.
