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The rain fell hard on the roof of the car, heavy but hollow as I was driven to the funeral. I sat in back, alone. My friends were there but not one of us spoke. I was alone in my grief; selfishly refusing the possibility that anyone understood, or that anyone cared or could care. Somehow the rain helped, made it easier not to cry. It was cold when we arrived; the kind of cThe rain fell hard on the roof of the car, heavy but hollow as I was driven to the funeral. I sat in back, alone. My friends were there but not one of us spoke. I was alone in my grief; selfishly refusing the possibility that anyone understood, or that anyone cared or could care. Somehow the rain helped, made it easier not to cry. It was cold when we arrived; the kind of cold that begins in your bones. I stepped out of the car and saw a clock with no numbers over the entrance. Was that a joke? I flashed angry, but it was only a spark and it went out as quickly as it started. There was no strength in me to react more. A gentleman in black hurried over to me. After a few seconds and an incomprehensible greeting, the man offered me his umbrella. I didn’t think it was much of an offer considering that the stranger had been paid to usher me inside, and his insistence felt non-negotiable. So, he walked with me. I hated him completely. Inside, a somnambulant dirge was already in progress. I sat and listened. People came and went from the podium. They praised and rationalized, and told stories from a book that didn’t relate to anything. But they were behind the lectern for themselves not for me, and not for him. The more they spoke the more I realized that not one of them had ever had a meaningful conversation with him. The rest of the funeral flashed by like a storyboard. Hugs from strangers and friends. Ushers helped me to the door. More rain and an umbrella appeared and blocked out the sky. A car, I sat in the back. Conversation, but I said nothing. Then, there was a restaurant. There was a round wooden table with a candle burning in an amber glass at its center. There were friends. There were beers for each of us. We talked awkwardly until closing time. We talked about nothing in particular....

Title : evening breezes
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ISBN : 27391060
Format Type : Kindle Edition
Number of Pages : 77 Pages
Status : Available For Download
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evening breezes Reviews

  • Aaron Safronoff
    2019-01-30 18:02

    I wrote this novella during a particularly difficult time in my life, and I wrote it to be a work of art... not necessarily a work of entertainment. Evening Breezes was a feeling that came to me in a complex series of images that could be read both forwards and backwards; it was like experiencing an emotion and multiple reflections of that emotion simultaneously.I edited Evening Breezes from a completely new perspective over a decade after I wrote it and edited it originally, and I found that the only honest approach I could have was to change it as it changed me. Maybe it will evolve again someday, but the finished book available today captures the essence of the entire story correctly for the first time. It had to be edited by me as a child, as a friend, as the future me, and as the actual older me. So here it stands.I'm giving it five stars because I wouldn't have published it if I felt it could be better. It is exactly what it needs to be.

  • Kylie
    2019-02-16 22:44

    A poetically told, emotional story about friendship. You can feel every emotion in the pit of your stomach and struggle becomes your own. If you have suffered depression or questioning your path, you can relate to this story. If you love language and playing with language, this story will speak to you. The author's use of words and phrases with multiple meanings is a strong tool in this multi-level novella.

  • Kylie
    2019-02-04 19:54

    A poetically told, emotional story about friendship. You can feel every emotion in the pit of your stomach and struggle becomes your own. If you have suffered depression or questioning your path, you can relate to this story. If you love language and playing with language, this story will speak to you. The author's use of words and phrases with multiple meanings is a strong tool in this multi-level novella.