Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Visiting Hours

The air danced about her shoulders cool and crisp. Her eyes fought to stay open. She had been up before the sun! Her feet glided across the damp lawn. It had been years since she had been here. As she walked, she kept her gaze straight ahead. Fragrant scents came from flowers carefully placed on either side of the path.

At last she stopped. One tombstone stood in front of her. She kneeled in front of the stone as her eyes drifted over the words, without reading them. Her hand lowered a single red rose to the cool earth.

No words left her mouth as she remembered the name on the tombstone. Tears began to fall from her eyes adding to the dew drops below. She touched the stone, wishing she could touch skin, warm skin. After a few more minutes she gave the grave a nod in farewell. Then she left, again ignoring the graves on either side, eager to forget the dead.

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