The Man Who Lived in the Cemetery Part 7
Part 7
The water wasn’t
particularly cold but it was refreshing.
That was pretty
much the only thing that went right for J for the rest of that day as he
trudged from row to row looking for familiar nameslike a pilgrim with a defective
map.
The names were
not giving J what he was looking for.
There was an
older woman gardening at her late husband’s plot five rows from the hedgerow
who occasionally glanced at J’s trudgery but was mainly focused on weeding the
half-circle garden plot in front of her husband’s stone and keeping ants off
her hands.
She didn’t know
it but this was the last time she’d bother visiting the plot because her new
significant other thought it was morbid and finally convinced her to move to a
condo two states away so graveyard visiting was too logistically
difficult. Besides, the dead stay dead
whether you garden on top of them or not.
J trudged back
to his car and decided to try his luck in a different section.
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