The Outsider

Fiction Friday

Arslan Ali
P.S. I Love You

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Photo by Artem Kovalev on Unsplash

She visits the Graveyard every day, slowly carrying her tiny frame over the hill and through the thicket of tall shrubs and oak trees, where — just over a tiny slope — the grassy fields break out into the knee-high, muss-covered stone wall.

It’s always at night, just after sundown, leaving only when the moon is nothing more than a spotlight in the inky untenanted sky, only when the stars…

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Arslan Ali
P.S. I Love You

Code artist by the day, writer by the night. Bookworm living in Italy.