The Man Who Lived in the Cemetery, Part 8
Part 8
Meanwhile there
was a bird watching all of this action.
Or rather the lack thereof.
The bird was a
house sparrow and had lived in the cemetery its whole life. I say “it” because I’m not sure what gender
the bird was or if it even identified with a particular gender. I’ve already pointed out that I’m not an
omnipotent narrator.
The house
sparrow lived its life eating grass seed that the maintenance people scattered
about the cemetery augmented with the occasional insect, the odd berry and
occasionally a bit of human food scraps scrounged from a trash can.
You wouldn’t
necessarily think it was a nice place to do so but some people brought their
lunch with them to the cemetery and tossed the leftovers in available trash
barrels.
You wonder what
the dead would think of the living walking around them eating food but then you
remember the dead probably can’t think at all, at least not in the conventional
sense.
So it was the
dead thought nothing in particular of the man who lived in the cemetery or the
fact that that was a completely misleading title.
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