Cemetery
A light fog drapes the cemetery like a night gown. The sound of croaking frogs, crowing birds, and chirping crickets fill the air.
A young man named Lenny sits cross-legged on the ground, next to his wife’s grave. He’s wears a suit and tie, and has brought a small tea set, with a pot and two cups. He fills up both cups, and places one in the grass. Steams rises up from the cup, over the words engraved on the tombstone. Amy always liked tea.
Lenny takes a sip of his tea, and looks at the grave. He tries to picture Amy sitting across from him, but can’t see beyond the hunk of concrete that marks her grave. A small bug crawls from the grass, and tries to climb inside her tea cup. Lenny shoos it away.
He sits there for another few minutes, and quickly starts to feel hollow and cold. This wasn’t as good an idea as he thought. He stands up and empties the tea pot, and both cups, pouring them out on the ground, before putting them back into his bag.
Lenny looks down at Amy’s grave. “Goodnight baby.”
He turns away, trying not to feel stupid.
He walks among the tombstones, his head hung low. The sounds of the animals have gone. The only thing that can be heard is the dead twigs crushed under his feet.
Lenny reaches the edge of the cemetery; a wrought iron fence with rusty spikes…
