The wind was blowing hard taking all that came in its way, just as life’s miseries took all that she had with her.
She persisted, fought, gave her best and in return all she got was hate.
But now, everything has changed. She receives a bunch of fresh lilies daily accompanied with lots of love and affection from the hooded man.
In return, she thanks him daily, the man who dig her grave so that she can live in peace inside the coffin and within her new world.
On to the next grave, said the hooded man and walked away silently.
Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle. Please find other entries to this week’s challenge here.
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