XI
Amal took in the gravestones at the Half Eight District Cemetery. The rows and rows of white headstones reminded her of teeth, and the rolling hills were full of them under a bright blue, clouded sky.
The colors were even more vivid than the first time she was here, when the wrought iron gates might as well have been the gates of Hell and the landscape was so beautiful it might as well have been heaven.
Today, the colors were even brighter, more detailed. Maybe it was magic. Or maybe it was the fact that she was here to visit her parents’ grave and she wasn’t in her right mind.
She crossed her arms as she walked down the lonely path through rows of flowered headstones. The wind blew gently, jangling her golden beaded necklace like wind chimes. In the distance, cars sped by on a high
