MONDAY
It was October 9th, a Monday. The trees were being stripped bare of their summer coat. Green fading into vibrant reds and yellows.
The chirp of birds being replaced by the crunch of dried leaves beneath your feet. The sky, once a beautiful blue, hardened into a pale grey.
I loved this season. For more reasons than one.
I had just missed the bus that morning. And as I walked through the midtown cemetery to get to work faster, I caught the first glimpse of you out of the corner of my eye.
You were bent over a gravestone, with the most vulnerable look on your face and tears in your eyes.
Not wanting to be late for work, I continued walking.
Fate did not want us to meet just yet.
YOU ARE READING
Stones
Romance"My mind is a graveyard and I'm praying for gravediggers." (C O P Y R I G H T © 2 0 1 4)
