she has lost her husband.
they were married for ten years and had two children.
she is still young and beautiful.
at the funeral she wears a beautiful black dress and a black hat with a veil shading her face. we see her from a distance coming closer walking on the path
when she gets closer, stops and lifts the vail you can see her pale stern face. looking straight at the camera. beautiful and well painted. dark eyeshadow, rouge on the cheeks. blood red lipstick. lips not trembling. black around the eyes from pencil. long eyelashes. gaze straight. not blinking. no tears.
only perfect controlled beauty.
the camera slides away from her face. to black crows pecking on the ground. over to the grey skies. over the lawn and treetops. back to the woman standing below with a white flower in her hand. camera zooms in to her eyes. follows her gaze that moves from the ground to the skies. still no tears. zoom on left eye then right eye.
to the mouth. she is about to say something. CUT. back to her. she throws the flower on the ground turns and walks away.
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