Time passes, tears still flow.
She strokes the lettering. Sofia Grey, 17th July 2022. Graves should never have only one date.
A shadow disturbs her grief and fear takes over; she's no longer alone.
He doesn't speak, just kneels. Several emotions cross his face. Guilt? Remorse? She doesn't know.
He shouldn't be here; it's illegal. But it has never stopped him before. Why would it now?
A lifetime passes before he stands to leave. Her eyes are still on the grave when suddenly he's whispering in her ear. She flinches at his proximity, trembles at his words.
"You're next, baby."
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C. N. C. Harris
Writer, artist, teacher. Thirties, hurties and surviving. Quirky lady. I don't have a niche, I love writing thrillers, romance, articles about mental health, poetry, whatever takes my fancy! Obsessed with taking photos of my dog/chinchilla.
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First and last line flow together wonderfully and stand out for me.