Here is my untitled ‘complete story in one hundred words or less’:
Oh, for Pete’s sake – another funeral.
Another old friend gone, another new trip to take – to wherever the departed was being planted.
Maybe I won’t go this time, he thought.
But he did.
Strangers all in black, standing silently on the green among all the gray gray stones…
Memories coming back: who he used to be, and where, and with whom.
My mind, he thought, is like an open box full of open boxes; in every box a person or a moment or some item found somehow beautiful or meaningful.
Be my turn soon to close the box.