Six Sentence Sunday

This excerpt comes from the beginning of my serial story, Taking Liberty. Elizabeth is at her classmate's funeral trying to comfort a friend.

I reached out to take her hand and give the blanket cliches that cover the ground at funerals.

The words caught in my throat.  My hand was shimmering, changing before my eyes.  I was vibrating, shot through with electricity, melting. Some...Other was waiting behind a dark curtain in my mind.  I could feel it there waiting.

Hope you enjoyed it.  Feel free to check out the rest of the story if you're so inclined.  Looking forward to seeing everyone else's great entries!