"And what could you have done? Nothing."
"I just feel...."
"No Char, don't, don't blame yourself."
The paper said suspected suicide. Was it a helping hand instead? A whip of icy air found the base of my hair line.
"So you saw this guy moving towards him?"
"Yeah. He was right there when David disappeared. I just know it."
'It's a Beautiful Day' reverberated around the crematorium walls.
"Oh my goodness!" Charlotte panicked, "I nearly forgot - the funeral."
I led my friend back inside, back to our vacant seats.
Then something caught my eye - two characters set apart from the mourners...
I'm linking up with JB47's 100 Word Challenge. This week's prompt was... Oh my goodness. I nearly forgot...
This is part of a wider story. You can read the other instalments in the series here.