She sets her little wooden chair next to the grave of her beloved and after a session of sighs and tears, she starts reading from the book he once loved. Fresh chrysanthemums adorn his grave, filling me with jealousy. Sometimes, I wish someone comes to sit for a moment next to my grave.

I know that the girl I loved is dead, but she never came to see me. Some people do have it all, eh?

I feel sorry for the girl. She needs to move on, after all her man keeps hanging out near the grave of that supermodel.

Word Count: 100

Written in response to the picture prompt provided by Randy Mazie for the weekly Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. 

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  1. All human emotions moved to the other side. So a body dies rest of tendencies remain intact, is it?


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