She got out of the car holding the newly purchased roses from the local Flower shop and a small lamp. Walking through the night, shining the light on the small signs thats stuck out of the ground. M12, M13, M14.. The lady stopped at a small stone tablet reading her husbands name.
She pulled her dress up slightly as she kneeled down to the grave. One year. One year since her husband had been brutally stabbed to death just outside their old cottage. Wiping the tears from her eyes she took her time to spend with him.
A new feeling came over her as if she was being watched. She noticed a small note under a rock next to the tablet. She lifted the rock off and read the note under the poor light.
The lady stood up and looked around. Her stomach lurching into her throat when she discovered what was standing directly behind her.
©Tracy C. 2011