Grave

The dirt fell from his hands as he walked from the grave, the tears caked with it around the corners of his eyes. The night air around him felt cool and harmless, a separate entity wrapped in its own mystery. At the edges of his eyes, darkness pooled out from his vision, gathered underneath the trees put there for the shade from the sun in day or from the moon in darkness.

The sudden chill that ran through his body could be attributed to the breeze rolling in off of the sea. Maybe it was the lack of appropriate clothing. Maybe it was the fact that he just awoke in front of a grave, his face caked with tears and dirt, gently clinging from his cheeks. He didn’t know where he was from or where he was going. More importantly he didn’t know where he had been prior to his rude awakening, nor what he had been through to have woken up next to a grave. Despite not knowing his roots, he supposed that not everyone just woke up next to a grave.

Walking through the line of trees, he looked about at the signs, directing him towards the exits. He hoped he had found the correct signs. He supposed that he should follow the signs, rather than contrarily ignoring certain ones. Or he could skip to the end and find out what happened. Where was the fun in that though?

After all, it’s not every day, he supposed, that one wakes up next to a grave, with no recollection of how they got there, where they had been, or what prompted that particular site of awakening. Might as well have as much intrigue as possible. If things got too out of hand, he could always skip ahead later…


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