Scene 3: Destined by Aisling Doonan

Scene 3: Destined by Aisling Doonan

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Tom made sure to sit next to his mother at the crematorium service. His arm tucked around her shoulder as her chest heaved in and out. Grace had never seen her mother look so little. There seemed to be acres of wooden pew between Tom and her and she marvelled at the softened scars on its surface. Scratched initials and anonymous lines. Who would be bored or irreverent enough to gouge their finger nails along the grain looking for signs of weakness? She traced her fingertip along a crevice, trying to read the letter without looking, seeking some sort of message destined for her.