Autumn's POV

Brenda sank in completely, without a sound.

The atmosphere was somewhat stagnant, she died, no one felt happy, no one felt sad, everyone just watched in silence as the churning mire gradually regained its calm, a life was silently swallowed, along with the necklace.

I was uncomfortable, picking at the mud on my body, earlier on my legs had dried up, a pick on the fall, just trapped in the still hanging on the body, the more pick and pull, I was annoyed to shake the mud on the hands, did not shake clean, simply rubbed on the grass.

"Wait a little longer, it dries out even better...