Just got back from Zee's again...

This story is even more depressing than the last one. I'm not depressed, it's just when I try to think of a story idea in about 2 minutes its always a depressing one.

The assignment was to reach into a bag and pull out a handful of index cards, and base a story on the words written on them. You could use all the words, or just one. The words that I took out were: 8 o'clock, Stars, Hurry, Silk, and Echoes.

And this is what I turned it into:

It is only 8 o'clock. No one has yet arrived, there is only a Women standing against a wall. The room feels empty, which is reasonable, because it is, but the emptiness feels deeper than just lacking of people. There is no spirit here, in a room full of black silk decorations and black silk memories.
People are beginning to stroll in, looks of sadness or looks of pretend sadness on their faces. Already the mood in the room is hurried. Everyone is honored to be there, of course, but now they can't wait to leave.
The emptiness is getting deeper. The Woman is still standing against the wall, the black of her dress contrasting with the deep cream of the walls.
The emptiness is starting to swallow up the room. Everyone is silent. Waiting for the Woman to say something, but she is still standing against the wall.
Nobody goes up to comfort her.
People start to whisper, and the whispers gradually increase into a talk and a roar once the people realize that the Women isn't going to say anything.
The fake sad faces are replaced with faces of laughter, and the actually sad faces soon follow.
The Woman darts out of the room. She can't take the room any longer, but the hallways aren't really much better. The echoes of happy people are going to follow her through the wooden door.
They should be sad! Why aren't they sad? This is what she will always be thinking. Not just here, but everywhere in her life; people will always be in a different place then her.
The party goes on, and the death and the emptiness of the room has disappeared along with the only person who is still holding on to it. The chatter is now happy and light, and there is no reason to be sad. What were we here for? I don't remember anymore. The reason never mattered, anyway, it was just an excuse to come together.
The reason never mattered, anyway.

Except to the Woman.



How do you like it? Is it obviously a funeral? I didn't know if it was obvious or not, and I don't know if I want it to be obvious or not. I could change the world "party" in the last sentance to "funeral reception" or whatever it's called.
And, is that the appropriate use of a semi-colon? I don't really know these things. Would a colon work too?