Black Smoke - Revision #3 - April 23, 2008 4:38:58 PM UTC

Anderson left the mall, got in his car and drove away. He started home, taking the shortcut, the one that would take him pass the cemetery and the funeral home. When he saw Gracelawn memorial, he pulled over. It was the cemetery where he buried his father just a month prior. He called his girlfriend and told her he'd be late for dinner, he failed to mention why. He stepped out of the car, walked toward his father's fresh grave. He sat, cross-legged, on the mound of earth. Then something strange happened ... He cried. They were the first tears he had cried since a month before he got the news. He didn't cry when his mother called, he didn't cry at the funeral, he didn't even cry when he shoveled the first scoop of dirt on his fathers casket. He sat there for a half an hour, he talked to his father ... Hoping he could hear him. No, he knew he could hear him. He reminisced about his childhood, he laughed, and he cried some more.

Anderson got up, and walked back to his car, it was then that he was overtaken with an awful odor. It was like nothing he had ever smelled before. Disgusted, he walked faster to his car. Soon, he was there, he threw his coat onto the passenger's seat, and drove away. In a minute he was passing the funeral home, the one that he had read his eulogy at just a month ago. Then he noticed the odor was worse here. He looked around, looking for the cause. Then, he found it. A thick black smoke was swirling out of a silver pipe in the ceiling of the building. Someone was being cremated. Disgusted by the fact that he was breathing someone's dead bodies, he sped by the funeral home.