Writing is always a good bit of fun, here is a bit I just wrote up. It is a bit sad but it is just a random section without any context really needed

The tall woman stands beside an open grave, she stares at the roses lying in on the casket, as she stares she wonders why they gave her oh so few of those flowers, even little tina, the rude little thing, had gotten more, and why were the ones they had given to what was supposedly her rotting. Rotting away like she was supposed to be, lost in thought, her train of thought it broken as she hears foot steps on a nearby stone path and begins to turn around, nobody could know she lived, not after what had happened at the library, as she turns, she sees the rain begin to fall, she opens a deep purple umbrella and walks away from the grave. Walking away from the last memory of her old life, leaving behind her love and her family, she holds back the tears. If someone sees her cry, they might attempt to comfort her.