“Frankly Speaking”I walked over the rain-soaked grass and my feet talked. Squish, squash, squish, squash. It was the only sound I could hear as I held the map to the cemetery precariously in one hand while simultaneously balancing my handbag, the roses and the front of my skirt with the other hand to keep it from dragging through the mud. I had bought the maxi skirt at a*****e named Dazzle.
It was the same place where I had purchased the gown my father and I buried my mum in. Now I visited the shop as often as I changed my hair color which was usually every other month. Penny, the sales clerk at the dress shop always remembers me as the girl who spent more money on her dead mum’s gown than the clerk probably made in six months.
A hummingbird whizzed past my face. It startled me for half
