I walked into the kitchen almost smiling. After all, I expected a feast. A joy filled holiday reunion. I never expected this… this absolute silence.
Taking a deep breath, I lifted a globe and lit a lamp. Despite the fact that it was 2013, Aunt Sarah still refused to use the electricity. It seemed a sin, now, to resort to flipping on the light. Besides, the dimness hid the tracks of tears that fell freely, unhindered, and without shame.
Aunt Sarah died on Good Friday, trying to save the lamb from slaughter. They killed the lamb anyway… wouldn’t you know.
100 words exactly! Happy Easter Everyone! Please, take time to be thankful for ALL your blessings!