I don't own anything but Annie and my truck. Have fun and please review.
1. How Ironic
It was the most beautiful spring day Annie had ever seen. The sky was clear and butterflies were fluttering between the dogwood blossoms in the old church yard. Normally she would be out on the family farm with her friends or twin cousin enjoying the weather riding horses, swimming, or just relaxing. But today was the day she had to last through the funerals of everyone she ever called family. There were now eight newly filled graves with only her and the old priest to witness and morn the losses.
"I am deeply sorry for your loss Ms. Miller, your family has been in my whach sence your grandparents moved here." The old priest, tears in his eyes. "If there is anything I could do for you, you have but to ask." He closed his bible and signaled for the last gave to be filled.
"I know, you've been there for all of us in our own times of need." Annie sighed and looked off into the distance her deep blue eyes dry from crying and long strawberry blonde hair falling out of it's confinment. The black dress she wore hid her muscles and curves and masked her 5'9" body. "But I think after all the services and legalities are done here I'll be leaving. Kentucky just holds too many memeries and my uncle and twin cousin had holdings in L.A. that need looking to." The two started to walk back into the small church to file the last of the paper work.
Just before Annie walked out of the only church she had ever been in looked back at the new graves. Her mother and father shared a stone, same with her mothers parents and fathers parents, then her Uncle Bruce's new grave was next to her twin cousin Jeff's under the small dogwood. The small cemetery was full save for one spot, and one day she would join her family there. She climbed up into her truck and left her home for a whole new life in L.A.