The Best Day of their Life - Original Writing :: Papers

The Best Day of their Life - Original Writing The prove was set with fresh frost from the cool night before. Ice covered the once lively pond, with only the lone duck perched on the ice. Icicles hung from the church service hood like the cold fingers of the dead, pointing at the floor, and the final destination of all. The headstones of all the patrons of the church ready scattered about the graveyard, all of them in a bad give tongue to of disrepair. Some had been vandalised, many had further fallen foul of time. Spray cans lay on the floor in random locations, although many of them were congregated near the crumbling stone walls of the church. The church itself was at least four hundred years old and stood towering above the surrounding houses, like a sleeping giant among the humans. Copper roof which had long turned green covered the majestic hall of the church, covered in the leftovers of the birds that enjoyed their stay there. A crooked weathe rvane hung from an old Christmas light, dangling just below the window often church steeple. The steeple had only one room in it which was just below the belfry. One cracked pane of field glass allowed light to enter the dusty room, with a small hole in the bottom of the window allowing the gun barrel to poke out, armed with a mise en scene through which a man stared. He had been there watching the churchyard, composing himself since the early morning. The sun had risen from the east and had reached its peak as the man lay in wait. Squirrels had been going about their business all morning, foraging nuts from the surrounding trees and hiding them in the ground. The feeling in his legs had disappeared slowly and now they were all in all numb, so he decided to check his escape route one last time, making sure that it was completely clear nothing must stay him from a clean break. Pre-job jitters began to kick in his hand shook as he once again placed it on the handle of