The graveyard was deserted, as it should be at midnight. Frost nibbled at my toes, the air cloudy with my breath as I located the fresh plot. Hours ago they had gathered. People that loved him, people that knew him, people that were sad to see the back of him. I was not one of them. Scribbled on a simple cross was his name. Reading it filled me with fear. I had prayed for this moment. The soil shifted a little under my feet, as if I was in danger of joining him, but it held. I danced until dawn.
Mary Wallace
30/1/2021 11:09:34 am
I've never done this Lee, but I must say I have been tempted. Good story.
Sue Clayton
31/1/2021 03:21:05 am
Let's hope he felt each step of the grave dance as she chased away all the fear he'd caused. Comments are closed.
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