Closure for a Silver Shilling
Universe: One-shot Context: For the 4-word prompt "They, condensation, burial, park" CW: Death, funerary rites, corruption of the clergy, eye dialect Words: 328 Date: 23 Feb 2012
The funerary procession moved through the park, the autumnal air crisp as a breath mint. Leaves crunched underfoot as the pallbearers, followed by mourners, paced along the path towards their beloved's final resting place. Sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees, evaporating the dew lying on the grass and highlighting the mourners' condensing breath.
The procession finally halted before the graveside, and the coffin was set down with reverence. One of the gravediggers approached the priest and tugged his hat from his head. "Rev?" he said in a stage whisper. "I need a word, a sec." The priest looked down at the sparse fellow. "What is it, my man?" he asked, imperious. "It's the 'ole, see?" The man shifted his feet and averted his eyes. The priest cocked an eyebrow. "Early frost's made the ground too blo- Well, it's to 'ard to dig. We only managed four ana 'arf foot. Ent gonna be deep 'nough for the poor bugger, may'erestinpeace." The priest took the man by the elbow, leading him away from the sobbing women and the stony-faced men, all in their blackest finery. "Are you telling me you couldn't make the hole deep enough to bury Mr Wilson?" "Yessir. Like I said, it's the ground, sir. Frost's got in deep an' early this year." The priest, in his starched white robes, stood in distant thought, watching the mourners. He reached into his cassock, pulling out a silver shilling. "Mr Roach," he said, holding the coin up. "We shall inter Mr Wilson regardless. After all, it would be a pity not to give Mrs Wilson her closure." The priest looked at the gravedigger intently. "Do you agree?" The gravedigger looked from the money to the priest. "But sir, the regulations state-" The priest waved the coin. "Do you agree?" he said with more emphasis. "Yes, Rev," the gravedigger said, resigned, taking the coin. "Very good. Now let us go inter Mr Wilson," the priest said, ushering the way.













