White Lilac Funeral-

Alice dabbed at her eyes that welled with forced tears. She walked forward to the open casket as a raven projected the grief of the rest of the crowd with it’s melancholy song. But not Alice. She felt no remorse as she stared at the pale waxy face of her mother lying in the casket, though she set down a boquet of white lilacs before the corpse for show. Though she frowned, for once Alice was grinning inside. She had pulled off the killing. Her web of lies had been crafted perfectly, and the police were hopelessly confused. But this was not the case a week later. Now, throughout her life, she had always said "Now, I'm not a very superstitious person... but my mother is." She had watched her mother take her uncle's old army pistol once and shoot a black cat so 'it would never be able to cross anyones path now'. It was a clean shot, no pain, but it wasn't something a five year old should have seen. And that was only the first incident that Alice remembered. But yes, a week later... Alice changed her mind about superstitions when the police came knocking. When they read her rights. When they bound her with cold handcuffs, and when they marched her out of her house.

Her house. Where she had kept the white lilacs before she brought them to the funeral. The unlucky flower of death she brought to the funeral to spite her dead mother. It was a mistake, it stole away her luck. And she wouldn't get it back. "Superstitions and white lilacs" were her last words before she was shoved into the police car.