Graveside
Today I went to visit Kelly's grave. It was our Wedding anniversary. I always bring flowers, and stand chatting to her in the drizzle. It was an October wedding. There's always drizzle. There's a small carpark in the cemetery, big enough for perhaps three cars and, as I went down the pathway, I saw there was a car parked there. "Great." I looked around. There was no one else in the graveyard. The person in the car had obviously just dropped off some flowers and had a quick pray and would be off. This was good as they really were quite close to Kelly's grave. As I got close, some things became clear. A woman with short grey hair was in the driver's seat. The engine was on. She was listening to music, and she was scrolling down her phone. I made my way to the grave and placed my now traditional bouquet of lilies on it. And tried to focus. But I couldn't focus. The woman's car was about ten feet away. I could hear the engine purr, hear the squeak ...
