Neglect
Jun 13th, 2016 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Lichen and moss had made their home on the intricately carved headstone while a ravenous community of ivy sought to embrace it.
The man wondered who Charlotte was. All the superficial dedications were there, though the surname was hidden. Who had she been? Was there no family to visit and maintain the plot…or did they believe in allowing it to age as naturally as their progenitor?
He crouched and pulled back some of the thicker growth from the bottom.
“…leaving behind…”
He read the names. One was unusual, like Gran’s.
He brushed ivy aside.
The surname was his own.
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