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Literature

[short story] graveyard flowers

I hurried, stumbling over my own feet as I ran, petals detaching and fluttering into the wind from the bouquet that I held. I ran through the clouds of my breath, with hair blown back by the winter breeze. I made a sharp turn around the corner and slowed my pace to a fast walk as the graveyard came into view. I glanced down at my wristwatch, and the time it showed did nothing to slow my racing heart. I was late. I pushed open the black railed door that led into the graveyard, and stepped in. The air always seemed to be different past the door. There was the strong scent of flowers, almost succeeding in covering up an old, musty smell. Deat