The Last Kiss

In the heavy deluge of June, Marry stood by her mother's tomb. The rain drenched her head to toe. She wasn't moved. Unaffected like a barren tree with no leaves. It was just a day ago, both of them were together like a boat and an oar. Utterly incomplete without each other.

Her mother was slaughtered to death. Killed brutally enough. The reason unknown to her, but the faces known. The same faces that she had seen growing up. The same ones whom she called Uncles and Brothers. It was a manifestation of hatred that she grew within her. She wanted to avenge her mother's death. As thirsty and bloodily like a witch for blood.

The torrent triggered her pains even intensly and she withered with the momories of her past. The day before yesterday was so remarkable. But yesterday so painful, and today so badly awful. She stood looking at the cross of rosary lying on the tombstome clutching back to her memories.

With a breath of air she inhaled her mother's fragrance from the atmosphere, like she was around. She felt her in and around her. Baffaled with emotions she looked around. She saw a pale appearance shading off in the distance. She held to her gaze, the figure turned around. Yes, it was her. Her mother. She looked expectantly and hopefully at her to return back. But, the appearance faded and trailed off. It diminished into the air, just like smoke.

Last it did was to blow a kiss, into the air. The kiss changed into white, yellow and red butterflies and fluttered all around.