The burned remains of the Minister's body were visible when they carefully set the coffee pot down and opened the lid.
The lump in my throat at his disfigured appearance was swallowed. The most endearing smile that had formerly graced his face had been half burned, exposing his bones through the charred fesh. His thick strands of white hair were gone, gone as if he'd been scalped, and the only thing of his beard that remained were little bits that had not burned over his jaw and chin. Both of his lower limbs and an arm were absent from him.
I could only fathom the agony and slowness of his demise.
Leaders and family members started placing white flowers on his chest one by one, and when it was our turn, I softly pulled Jaslynn forwards so we could take our roses from him.
