14 APRIL 2018
Emily’s small block heels crunched on the wet gravel as she made her way down the path. Crunch, crunch, with the slight, indefinable damp sound the gravel made under her feet as little bits of sand stuck to the soles of her ankle boots. The sky above her was grey and sullen. It was going to rain again.
Her walking turned silent as she stepped onto the lawn. The grass was short, but she could still see the little droplets of water gathering on her boots. She hoped that her feet would remain dry.
She walked past several gravestones, the lots occupied by people she didn’t know. The thought comforted her. She had already been to one cemetery that day, and she didn’t like the idea of visiting all her loved ones in cemeteries. She wanted to see them in person, alive and well,
