Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 26-01-2013

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“There she is,” Beatrice hissed to her sister when Eugenia started down the aisle facing them. Eugenia Sutter’s decidedly-not-mourning-attire was a vibrant purple with bright red velvet trim. Constance made a clucking sound as Eugenia passed. “She’s just so tawdry!” one exclaimed. “So horrible and scandalous!” the other chimed in. “So worth a complete fall from grace,” Reverend Fleight said to himself, watching the scene. Eugenia turned and smiled (as if she’d heard the voices in his head). It was the sisters’ looks of slack-jawed shock that helped him to realize he’d said it out loud.

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