12|Flashes

I’ve witnessed countless deaths in all forms and manners. Some were untold to the public, sugar-coated to avoid stirring chaos and panic in their everyday lives.

The entire town mourned Corina’s death. A vigil was held in the town square. Everyone, including Mayor Davis Howard, gathered together in memory of Corina Parker.

Her family and friends created a board where they wrote farewells and goodbyes in colorful papers, unspoken words they couldn’t say when Corina was still alive. The words ‘farewell Corina’ were written in bold letters above the thousand little notes. Flowers were overflowing everywhere. Red roses, which I learned were Corina’s favorite, filled the air with a scent that haggles between sweet, fruity, and minty.

Even the night seemed to mourn with the entire Salva