Greg
Five Years Later
I hated this place but human traditions had us visiting every anniversary. I had a facade to keep up, a black suit and tie with a bouquet of flowers from the shop at the entrance in hand, I made my way across the neatly arranged stones. The gloomy feeling of death surrounded the air even though the city council did their best to maintain the place. Even the most colorful of flowers couldn't disguise the headstones.
"You are back again sir?" The cemetery caretaker asked me. He has done that every time since the time I paid him a little extra to take special care of the grave for me. There was no moss growing on the headstone like the ones surrounding it. There were even candles, a few extra bucks to make loved ones feel appreciated in the afterlife.
The rain fell i
