Many things lurk in graveyards

The steady march of crisp white snow flakes sprinkled, the gloomy grey mist sky. A blanket of newborn frost hugged the rugged industrial city,rewarding it's keeper with a bundle of gleaming ice diamonds.

The city was at rest.

The streets where not overflowing with a chaotic mass of heavy metal machines. The noise pollution of busy workers,screaming children and chatty mothers was silenced. The only sound to be heard was the light pitter patter' of falling flakes,glazing the ground with there dancing feet.

The fire warmed the old women beside it. The winter chili had taken it's toll,her brittle bones fried by the unpleasant change in weather. The nearby oven set off an alarm,alerting the elderly women. With a slight groan the women preyed herself off of the mushy sofa,preparing for the trek across the room.

Slipping on a pair of worn baking gloves the women cracked open the oven door. A aroma of delightful smells erupted from the agape oven door,the savory scent of fresh bread intoxicated the air. Careful slicing the bread she placed it in a nearby plastic container.

She was out the door in a matter of seconds. Hugging the bread filled container tightly to her chest. Blobs of snow drifted lazily to the ground. The elder women gawked up in

amazement,only to be hypnotized by the rapid invasion of snow bullets.

The old timer cursed herself, brushing off clingy snow dust from her winter jacket. While she was out in the cold,families laid bundled up in there warm cozy dens. children enjoying hot coco snuggling up by the fire. There thoughts wandering off,dreaming of sailing down steep snowy hills. Her husband had always wanted children the ancient women remember,and with that remark she cursed herself again.

Times had changed. Her husbands long lost desires where noting more than fossil buried under the earth. The golden fields that use to rome the land freely,where now tamed, dominated by mile high skyscrapers. The season of beauty and youth had faded,the newly bloomed cherry blossom where now grey with defeat. The bubbly girl you had once loved had ripened into a haggard old women. The lonesome women knew that she had reached her peak of bloom long ago. With a sigh,arms still warped around the sealed bread,The women had finally made it to her destination.

Graveyards,

A place fueled by myths and superstitions. The air was thick with the heavy fog of lost souls,as the elder women continued to march across the forlorn grounds. The thought of rotting flesh and chubby maggots was endlessly streaming threw the elder women's head,"this place certainly isn't the right location for a picnic" she muttered.

It took no time at all for the old women to spot her husband's grave. Kneeling down,she carefully placed the packaged bread at the bottom of the head stone. There she sat eyes glued to the headstone in front of her. Winter's messengers still fluttered down from the clouded sky as the women stared unblinkingly at the grave.

"are you going to eat that bread or not"? A gruff voice scoffed. Shivers ran up the old women's spine "who said that",she squeaked."over here ya old hag", the voice deadpanned. the women peeked behind the headstone,to find a young 20ish man crouched down leaning lazily against her husband's tombstone.

The elder women inspected the man eyes ogling at his lean figure,he wore an open yukata which flared his carved muscles. The handsome man's lush honey colored skin seemed to blend with the pure white snow as the elder lusted on. "can I have some bread?" the man asked,awaking the elder from her trance.

Closing her eyes tightly the women replied "it's my husband's bread,you'll have to ask him". Without a moments hesitation the man reached over,shoving a chunk of bread right into his wide open mouth. Scrapping crumbs off his cheek the man grasped another piece of bread "well what did he say",the women demanded. "beats me" the man replied licking his lips "the dead don't talk". A small smirked spread across the wrinkly old women's face "well it's not my fault if you get cursed", she remarked.