Tuesday, June 30, 2015

The Stone Cross…

It had been years since he had walked the grounds of the ancient cemetery. Dead leaves crunched under his feet as the iron wrought gate squealed painfully in protest at his entrance. He approached a stone cross, tipped up and over, and knelt down in front of it.

“Sorry it’s taken me so long to come back, I had a bit of business to attend too.” He rested his hand on the cross.

“Filling graves with the lives of other’s for the one that was taken from you.” Her voice was ethereal.

“That’s not fair. But, I’m finally ready to be at peace.”

A ghostly woman stood before him. “You waged war against those who took your life. There is no peace in revenge. Not even when it’s over.”

Tears began to fall from his eyes as he collapsed to his knees. “I just want to come home.”

“It’s too late.”

FFfAW


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