Rain spattered the stone, turning it to blackened granite. A stray raindrop ran through the name, Alec Morley. The almost sunless sky cast a vague shadow on the double plot. Beside Alec's headstone was his wife's, Veronica Morley.
Murdered two years ago, the couple had been married for four years. But one fateful day, Veronica came home only to find her husband missing. After speaking with the police and finding that they would do nothing for another 48 hours. She sought comfort in her friends and neighbor, David. Both she and her husband were brutally murdered that night and found the next morning.
Two worn sneakers came plodding through the mud, toward the graves. A woman, their friend, Monica Turner, brought a patch work bouquet to Veronica's tombstone and a bright red rose to Alec's. Monica's coat was drenched from the rain. She pulled her jeans up so they wouldn't get as wet, even though they were already soaked, and knelt down.
" Bye, guys, I'll see you next Sunday." She brushed a tear from her eye. Even though it had been two years, Monica hadn't gotten over their murder. Partly because, she had found their bodies, and, they had been very close friends, almost blood-family. She brushed the stone with her sleeve as she stood up. A crow landed on Veronica's headstone, and looked, unblinkingly, at Monica.
"Weird," She looked at the bird, perplexed. The crow began pecking at the stone. Thunder rumbled overhead. She turned and left. As the crow continued pecking at it, another rumbling occurred, this time, underground. Suddenly, a mound of earth was pushed up by an unknown force. Then, a feminine hand pushed its way up, followed by a woman in a long, black dress.
This woman was Veronica Morley. She was a slim woman of her early twenties. Her shoulder-length chestnut-brown hair became wet as the rain poured down. Veronica crawled out and scrambled to her feet. She looked around for a moment and looked at herself, finding the fatal bullet hole still in her chest.
She wrapped her arms around herself. What happened, she thought? What happened to us?
Murdered two years ago, the couple had been married for four years. But one fateful day, Veronica came home only to find her husband missing. After speaking with the police and finding that they would do nothing for another 48 hours. She sought comfort in her friends and neighbor, David. Both she and her husband were brutally murdered that night and found the next morning.
Two worn sneakers came plodding through the mud, toward the graves. A woman, their friend, Monica Turner, brought a patch work bouquet to Veronica's tombstone and a bright red rose to Alec's. Monica's coat was drenched from the rain. She pulled her jeans up so they wouldn't get as wet, even though they were already soaked, and knelt down.
" Bye, guys, I'll see you next Sunday." She brushed a tear from her eye. Even though it had been two years, Monica hadn't gotten over their murder. Partly because, she had found their bodies, and, they had been very close friends, almost blood-family. She brushed the stone with her sleeve as she stood up. A crow landed on Veronica's headstone, and looked, unblinkingly, at Monica.
"Weird," She looked at the bird, perplexed. The crow began pecking at the stone. Thunder rumbled overhead. She turned and left. As the crow continued pecking at it, another rumbling occurred, this time, underground. Suddenly, a mound of earth was pushed up by an unknown force. Then, a feminine hand pushed its way up, followed by a woman in a long, black dress.
This woman was Veronica Morley. She was a slim woman of her early twenties. Her shoulder-length chestnut-brown hair became wet as the rain poured down. Veronica crawled out and scrambled to her feet. She looked around for a moment and looked at herself, finding the fatal bullet hole still in her chest.
She wrapped her arms around herself. What happened, she thought? What happened to us?