Dealing With the Dead
She perched on the corner of the gravestone, as the sun shone its last rays over the high wall. She was waiting for him, as she always waited. She tugged down her long blue summer dress, despite the fact that it was October, on the cusp of November and the air was beginning to chill, she felt ... nothing, not too hot – not too cold, just ... nothing. The last of the sun's rays blinded her momentarily, and then darkness began to fall. She saw the caretakers as they moved through the...