

Viscount’s Secret Garden
haibun
Sep 2, 2018 · 2 min read
The Viscount saw her peeking through the gate between the churchyard cemetery and the garden, with a little mongrel at her heels. They’d been coming from time to time — city dwellers enjoying their weekends away. Locals knew better — there was no point visiting: this gate was always locked, there were no burials at the cemetery anymore, the last reverend died in 1951. The little dog shifted uncomfortably. The…


