The lavender killer

Chapter six

     The sound of footsteps came out loudly as a slim figure loomed over a grave, the sound of a prayer came through the figure.  A finger placed on the cold concrete made tombstone, "oh mother" the shivering voice said as he grabbed a single rose that had died.  "He left" he muttered softly as he sat down twirling the rose. He looked at it with intensity that he never knew. "He hurt us both" he continued to talk getting angrier and angrier, tightly holding the rose. "He said that he helped me to home" he added teeth clenched, "lies" he growled softly and quietly sigh. A soft hum seemed to make him look at the grave. "Oh mother, if only I heard you sing again" he wailed and drop the rose to the ground. He looked to the side as he watch people mourn over their own little family or friend's grave. He sighed and stood up slowly and sniffled lightly.