Earlier this month, a childhood friend tragically died. At about the same time, I had an assignment to compose a short scene in present tense.
Today isn’t as cold as the Ohio Novembers I remember. I’m not even wearing a heavy coat, as I step out of my brother’s truck and onto the grass. My brother walks over to the woman getting out of the truck next to us and apologizes for honking at her on the way in. He hadn’t realized she was part of the procession, too. Continue reading “The Other End of the Cemetary”