Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130578-20150614070917/@comment-26130578-20150615011823

As the crowd grew closer, Angela could see the large casket being hoisted down into the earth. Their father stood at the foot of the hole with a grim, solemn face. It almost looked liked he just cried. Angela grew concerned again when he and a few other figures began, one by one, tossing handfuls of dirt and flowers into the hole. She recognized the box. "Um... Dadda? Is Mommy there?" she asked, pointing. The man didn't respond. Dirt now fell in shovelfuls. "Dadda? Dadda, Mommy's being covered! Can Mommy get out? Mommy needs to come home with us. Dadda! Tell Mommy to get out!"