Thursday, 10 February 2011
01:02:41 PM (GMT)
I thought this was on here...
The graveyard was still that day, so still. It had been snowing the previous night so
a thick layer of snow covered the grounds. The grave stones looked like cold dead
fingers, left and forgotten. The sun lazily shone through the clouds, letting out
only a small amount of light, but making the graveyard look like a winter wonderland
all the same. One single woman, wrapped up in many layers of black clothing, stood at
a grave with a single rose in her hand. It appeared she was talking to her dead
husband that had died in a car crash only a year before. She bent down and placed the
rose over the grave, before turning and quickly leaving. It began to snow again. The
gentle breeze blew the small snowflakes more to the right as they fell. The soft snow
slowly landed on the ground, covering the woman’s deep footprints, making the
graveyard, once again, a calm and lonely place.