by Doug Ward
the now still corpse on the floor.
We were silent for a moment, each not knowing what to say, both lost in our private sorrow. Bo slowly turned and walked back through the headlights toward the truck. His shadow grew larger until he vanished from sight.
After finding and lighting a single candle, I paid my last respects to my uncle, then pulled an old sheet over his form. Numbly, I used some water and an old towel to clean myself up as best I could. We took what we could salvage from my uncle’s home and, before leaving, set it ablaze. The old wood caught quickly, flames eagerly licking at the long dried wood. As we left, I watched the glow of my uncle, Jebediah's, pyre grow smaller in the distance. My tears faded as the miles wore on. The next day it was bittersweet, knowing I had lost most of what I knew but feeling the bond of old enemies turned friends.
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