The grave marker was simple, a plain black stone with gold lettering. She
stood in front of the newly dug grave and studied the writing as if looking
for answers. Was what she'd done right? Could this one death make up for
the hundreds he'd caused? She didn't know the answer to any of the
questions flying around her head at warp speed.
She took a small step forwards, being careful not to dirty the expensive black shoes she wore. Her clothing was conservative, but expensive. She wore a pair of black linen pants with a white silk top under a suede jacket. A small, but deadly gun was tucked into the purse she carried over her right shoulder. To anyone passing by, she would look like a grieving friend of the man she'd killed.
Time passed, but she stayed at the gravesite, even when it started to rain heavily. Somehow, the weather suited her mood. She'd done the same thing at her father and Vaughn's graves. On both days, the sun had been out in full force. She'd vowed to hate the sun there and then. Sunny days still brought fresh tears to her eyes.
At last, the sun slipped below the horizon and the sky darkened. Uncaring of her expensive pants, she kneeled down on the sodden ground. Reaching out almost blindly, she traced the lettering, beginning with the date. Next she traced the letters of the name, running her fingers over the smooth surface.
Finally, as the sun crept into existence, she stood stiffly and walked away from the grave, saying softly as she went
"Goodbye Arvin. Rest in peace."
Strangely, she didn't hate him anymore, only the things he'd done. It was as if his death had cleansed her. She had all the answers she wanted. Smiling slightly, she left the graveyard without looking back. It was time she started living.
FINS
She took a small step forwards, being careful not to dirty the expensive black shoes she wore. Her clothing was conservative, but expensive. She wore a pair of black linen pants with a white silk top under a suede jacket. A small, but deadly gun was tucked into the purse she carried over her right shoulder. To anyone passing by, she would look like a grieving friend of the man she'd killed.
Time passed, but she stayed at the gravesite, even when it started to rain heavily. Somehow, the weather suited her mood. She'd done the same thing at her father and Vaughn's graves. On both days, the sun had been out in full force. She'd vowed to hate the sun there and then. Sunny days still brought fresh tears to her eyes.
At last, the sun slipped below the horizon and the sky darkened. Uncaring of her expensive pants, she kneeled down on the sodden ground. Reaching out almost blindly, she traced the lettering, beginning with the date. Next she traced the letters of the name, running her fingers over the smooth surface.
Finally, as the sun crept into existence, she stood stiffly and walked away from the grave, saying softly as she went
"Goodbye Arvin. Rest in peace."
Strangely, she didn't hate him anymore, only the things he'd done. It was as if his death had cleansed her. She had all the answers she wanted. Smiling slightly, she left the graveyard without looking back. It was time she started living.
FINS