The Shadowed Smile

   

The waking dreams were as real as walking into another room while wide awake, as if from one place into another time.  I heard a voice calling me from outside and when I stood at the front door to leave, I was entering the Chapel nave.  The benched-line white room was empty of everyone excepted a boxed urn and her flower-wreathed portrait.  Again her voice called me.  Upon whirling about my sister's shadowed smile was calling me to the kitchen table for super as the family awaited my arrival. 


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