We had been gathered around the new grave in silence for sometime when granny spoke out, ‘well it was a stupid thing to do.’
We all looked over at her, a few of us even gasping.
‘Granny!’ Isabella scolded and squeezed the old woman’s hand.
Great grandmother and great granddaughter looked at it each other then joined us in silence once more.
Slowly, people began to drift away as they do when a funeral is over. Their whispering voices commenting on the flowers and service drifting across the cemetery.
I looked down at my older sister’s grave. It was but a hole in the ground with the edges of a pink coffin peeking through the dirt and no headstone to name her yet.
Granny had been right though. My sister should never have trusted that flashy magician or his Amazing Invisible Sword trick.