Excerpt

April 2018

Full names will be in finished edition of SW book 2

            “I’m going to walk around and see if I feel anything. Hopefully, we can find N’s grave,” I said.

            We took our time walking the cemetery in the hot sun searching for her grave and finally found it. I looked for any deceased people roaming around, specifically N, and I didn’t feel anything of significance.

            “Look, do you notice how many graves carry the name K? They must have been very prominent here. There are so many with the same last name,” I said.

            I walked up the hill to the top corner and wondered if beyond the fence was the old property. There were many trees around up the hill, which is what I remembered from childhood. The rest of the area was flatter and with short bushes.

            I started walking back down and noticed a nice and expensive pick-up truck pulling up to the fence. We didn’t really have a reason to be at the cemetery and we weren’t sure if we’d be questioned of our intent.

            Tina was down towards the fence and they said hello to her as they got out of the truck.

            The three of us kept walking around in a non-obvious manner while observing the few people. One was an older man with a much younger woman. Another person was with them and they slowly walked toward the graves.

            The older man nodded at us, the woman also smiled.

            “Hi,” I said.

            “What family are you with?” he asked.

            “Uh…we’re not. We are just visiting the area,” I said.

            He mentioned that his family’s last name is K and started to question why were at the cemetery and I decided to blurt out an answer.

            “We’re here to visit N’s grave.”

            “Why? I’m her brother,” he said.

            Well, I didn’t see that coming.

            The younger woman walked up and said, “Dad?”

            I looked over at Andrea and Tina made her way to us.

            “Oh! Wow! We…we just read the story about her horse…L?”

            “What about it?”

            “It…well…just was interesting and thought…we’d visit the cemetery…so how did she die?”

            “She committed suicide.”

            “Oh…do you think that’s true?”

            His daughter stood closer to him and immediately shut down the conversation.