CuriousGeorge
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WENDY
Wendy walked through the large acre of land and swiftly looked behind her. Tombstones were the only thing visible for the next mile as Wendy gazed all around her.
She continued to walk, her arthritic feet paining her as the leaves crunched beneath her feet.
Autumn had taken its turn, and the lucky leafs that had remained on the tree were a deep red that had reminded her of the tomato soup she had resorted to eating most nights for dinner nowadays.
The year was 2001 and Wendy had just turned sixty-one. She couldn’t help feel old in these days. She still remembered the time when the world was a more innocent place. When she had grown up back in the 1940s.
Wendy had slowly came to a halt and looked down with tears in her eyes. The tombstone that had met her gaze read:
“Mark Kenneth
Life was taken from you so early in life,
And we can’t help but wonder why.
Wherever you are, know that we still love you.”
Wendy had broken into large sobs as she had tried to control her emotions like the previous fourty-one time she had visited that grave. Once every year since she was eighteen she had come to visit him. Usually in autumn as it was his favorite time of year.
From behind her back came a large bundle of lily flowers. His favorite. The colors varied with splashes of blue, pink, orange, and yellow. Wendy inhaled deeply as she sniffed that gorgeous lilies.
She gently set them down right beside the tomb where a whole bunch of moss was growing all around. She turned around and tried to quickly whip her nose that was as red as an overripe strawberry.
Wendy took slow steps as to not hurt her arthritic feet, and walked back to the bustling street of San Francisco. She signaled to a cab and hopped in, while taking one more look at the disappearing world behind her.
Wendy walked through the large acre of land and swiftly looked behind her. Tombstones were the only thing visible for the next mile as Wendy gazed all around her.
She continued to walk, her arthritic feet paining her as the leaves crunched beneath her feet.
Autumn had taken its turn, and the lucky leafs that had remained on the tree were a deep red that had reminded her of the tomato soup she had resorted to eating most nights for dinner nowadays.
The year was 2001 and Wendy had just turned sixty-one. She couldn’t help feel old in these days. She still remembered the time when the world was a more innocent place. When she had grown up back in the 1940s.
Wendy had slowly came to a halt and looked down with tears in her eyes. The tombstone that had met her gaze read:
“Mark Kenneth
Life was taken from you so early in life,
And we can’t help but wonder why.
Wherever you are, know that we still love you.”
Wendy had broken into large sobs as she had tried to control her emotions like the previous fourty-one time she had visited that grave. Once every year since she was eighteen she had come to visit him. Usually in autumn as it was his favorite time of year.
From behind her back came a large bundle of lily flowers. His favorite. The colors varied with splashes of blue, pink, orange, and yellow. Wendy inhaled deeply as she sniffed that gorgeous lilies.
She gently set them down right beside the tomb where a whole bunch of moss was growing all around. She turned around and tried to quickly whip her nose that was as red as an overripe strawberry.
Wendy took slow steps as to not hurt her arthritic feet, and walked back to the bustling street of San Francisco. She signaled to a cab and hopped in, while taking one more look at the disappearing world behind her.