Cemetery

The foetal remains were to be laid to rest in the
lawn cemetery. There was even to be a little
ceremony. I thought it heartbreaking. We dressed
in black, like regular mourners, while the wind blew
leafy eddies. In the children’s area, the graves were
lovingly decorated. Favourite toys, even old brown
teddy bears, strewn flowers, there was so much
love and sadness. Elizabeth stood rigid, saying
nothing, not even weeping. I knew she was
irreparably damaged. When the rain streamed
down, it seemed fitting. Like the whole world cried.

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Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist