Happy Sunday everybody! Thanks so much to everybody who stopped by last week. The comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! I'm picking up where I left off last week.
The emotion rose up around, choking him, the tightness in his chest squeezing the air from his lungs. He laid a palm flat against the headstone and closed his eyes.
“It would just be a whole lot easier if you could actually answer me.” He ducked his head to stare at the ground between his knees.
The wind kicked up, swirling like a vortex around him, and he lifted his head. The flowers in the vase on her gravestone swayed in the strength of the breeze, yet the trees in the distance remained still and silent. The bold scent of perfume drifted past him, so familiar and so strong he half expected to find her beside him. An eerie sense crawled down his spine, sending goose bumps skittering along the back of his neck.
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