TALISMAN
The sky above the Georgetown cemetery was getting darker by the moment. A storm was coming this way. Walking on the rusting leaves through the tombstones, Alicia had a heavy burden on her heart. This was not how it was supposed to be. Young people are supposed to fulfill their dreams, have experiences so they can tell tales to their children and grandchildren. She finally found what she was looking for; a cross on freshly mown grass. Was it my fault? She asked herself for the hundredth time.
Alicia never got to see Rebecca’s body. Nobody called her for the funeral as well. No one in her family counted Alicia as Rebecca’s friend. She was just another class fellow, a hangout buddy. Then what was she doing here this evening? She didn’t have to say anything to Rebecca, no parting w
