First Seven Seconds of Loss and Grief (my enemy)

Her face–a second-and-a-half blank with shock– snaps
into uneasy disbelief.  The firm lines of denial march across
her cheeks and forehead.  As she piecemeal acquiesces
to his death, her body caves-in to a merciless weeping.


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