Part one of term paper
I can hear the distant moans of a cold engine as it crawls up the frozen, black asphalt of the color-less cemetery road. I can see, in the distance, the faint yellow lights of the hearse, as it peers over the rolling humps of the road, and makes it’s way through the thick damp fog. As the car approaches its headlights stare me down as a ...

Part two of term paper
... the frost-bitten earth directly in front of me. A woman of widowed stature now stands before me, amongst the fog, as if to hesitantly say something to me, but doesn’t. She watches attentively as the four men, who are appropriately suited in black trousers with brilliantly colored brass buttons, gently lift the coffin from the hull in the back of the vehicle. The hearse rises an inch or so above the tires, due to the strenuous weight of the beautiful silver coffin. A faint shiver whips thr ...