The Cremation

Alastair’s POV

I have always looked good, comfortable, or rather stunning in suits. It was never the first time but I felt uncomfortable today. I dressed in one of my new designer's white suits that I had custom-made in Hong Kong. it’s Always professional… like a regular thing to be in a suit anyway. It was a funeral service of one of the ranchers who had been a good friend and a lot of brothers. I glanced at their faces in the arena, they were weeping and some others were standing with their mouths covered with masks. 'Not everything that glitters is Gold, trust no one not even trust yourself'. the strong belief came through again but I didn't mind as I continued.

Within hours, the corpse was placed below the pebbles and everyone was paying their due reverence, I had stayed just long enough to pay my respect and sample the carefully prepared luncheon.

Saddened that a good friend had gone on to the other side of the world, I headed for my car. The cars were also white w