...A woman in a purple two piece. Jet hair. A stringy man next to her. Pensive, serious looking.
Both sat at the back, their robotic eyes scanning the congregation.
"David was my brother..."
Their eyes closed in on us. I turned away, feeling laser like strokes up and down my spine.
Something wasn't right.
"Char," I whispered in her ear."Have you clocked those two at the back?"
Charlotte turned. Then looked back abruptly, tears replaced by fear.
"He had years ahead of him, taken far too soon..."
"What's the matter? What's up?"
"I don't believe it Chrissy, it's the guy who pushed David."
I'm linking up with JB47's 100 Word Challenge. This week's prompt was... I don't believe it...
This is part of a wider story. You can read the other instalments in the series here.