A father’s unspeakable grief has him install a camera in the lining of his deceased daughter’s casket on the night of her funeral. Imagining despair, he reviews the footage from the memory card of the camera, and what he sees makes him scream, “No!”
Jason stood hunched amid the sea of black umbrellas. The rhythmic thud of dirt on Lily’s casket was a death knell in his soul. Then there was a flicker, a trace of something pale inside the coffin. It vanished, leaving only the pouring rain, the mourners’ quiet sobs, and a deep dread worming its way into his gut.
This wasn’t right. Panic surged. He lunged forward and clawed at the freshly piled earth, his voice a ragged sob, “Stop! Something’s wrong!” Strong hands pulled him back as his desperate cries cut through the downpour. The world tilted sideways as they wrestled him away from the grave.
Jason’s cries were primal, the agony of a father who had already lost everything. That flicker of light—it could be nothing, but it could be everything too. That night, no amount of whiskey could drown the image of that pale flicker, images of Lily trapped in the suffocating darkness, reaching towards him with pleading eyes. A feeling that she wasn’t truly gone wrapped around him like a shroud. Days were a haze of torment; meals were forgotten, and work was……Read Full Story Here…………..
