Old Man Riley & Company

June 9, 2011
By Droberts BRONZE, La Mesa, California
Droberts BRONZE, La Mesa, California
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The wooden floor moaned with each crushing blow the passing procession imparted upon it with their feet. Each spine tingled as their vessel watched the empty eyes of Mister Riley, leering at the crowd and following them from behind the glass barrier. As each person released their breaths, the condensed air seemed like dancing smoke, playfully tumbling out of the oral prisons. While each word of the minister's prepared speech leapt out of the page, the sun's first rays peeked through the window panes, blasting light onto the casket and making the man's face look paler than ever. While the crowd uneasily shuffled out of the room, the pastries and punch sat lonely and unwanted, with only Old man Riley as company.

The author's comments:
It was an experiment in personification.

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