She heard the grieving whispers as the mourners gathered on the shore. Since his death, the hurt was clawing at her every thought, roaming in her mind, making it hard to breathe. The roughly hewn boat lay still while his body was encompassed in the flammable fluid. Suddenly the rush of multiple swift arrows filled the space and the funeral began.
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Wordle 619
The Bag Lady 
brilliant! Love this! ❤
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Great use of the prompts Cheryl.
Pigging backing on this one about my D Day post……….. its scheduled for tomorrow so nothing shows, not even my response to your comment. Just wanted you to know I’d got it.
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Thank you!
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