Post by Marie on Jan 2, 2010 23:38:23 GMT -5
Marie Juergens shuffled her way down the dirty street with a bouquet of flowers clutched in her fist. The breeze whipped around her skirt and she pulled her shawl closer around her shoulders. It wasn't really cold out, but Marie shivered nonetheless; something about where she was going always gave her a sense of dread, or maybe just it was simply sadness. A stray petal of the roses she'd bought from a street vendor at half price fluttered away in the wind, and her eyes followed it for a moment before she continued her brisk walk to the gates of the Maple Grove Cemetary.
Marie pushed open the iron gate with a seemingly too loud creak, and she paused for a moment to see if anyone had heard her. The streets were empty. Tightening the shawl again, she slipped inside the gates and pulled it closed behind her, now striding carefully between the gravestones. Marie spared a glance at the huge memorials and caught a name or two off of the headstones. Thankfully, there was never anyone she knew. There wouldn't be though, she barely had any family left.
But Marie was only looking for one particular headstone, the one that lay under the wilted tree in the very far reaches of the cemetary. The one that she visited almost every Sunday, replenishing the flowers that she layed at it's base. The one that bore two names. Two simple names: Julia Marie Juergens and her daughter, Sara Elise. The date of death was the same, if not a few hours between them.
When Marie reached this particular headstone she paused, staring at the two names as if she'd never seen them before. Slowly, she reached for the dead bouquet and replaced it with the fresh one, admiring the way the blood red of the flowers stood out sharply against the dirty grey of the stone. Marie sighed, letting a few single tears fall from her eyes, the only time that they were allowed to. Kneeling down next to the grave Marie brushed away the tears with her sleeve and whispered, "Oh Mother, Sara, I wish you were still here. Alive. If only for Dad. There's so much I wish I could tell you."
Marie pushed open the iron gate with a seemingly too loud creak, and she paused for a moment to see if anyone had heard her. The streets were empty. Tightening the shawl again, she slipped inside the gates and pulled it closed behind her, now striding carefully between the gravestones. Marie spared a glance at the huge memorials and caught a name or two off of the headstones. Thankfully, there was never anyone she knew. There wouldn't be though, she barely had any family left.
But Marie was only looking for one particular headstone, the one that lay under the wilted tree in the very far reaches of the cemetary. The one that she visited almost every Sunday, replenishing the flowers that she layed at it's base. The one that bore two names. Two simple names: Julia Marie Juergens and her daughter, Sara Elise. The date of death was the same, if not a few hours between them.
When Marie reached this particular headstone she paused, staring at the two names as if she'd never seen them before. Slowly, she reached for the dead bouquet and replaced it with the fresh one, admiring the way the blood red of the flowers stood out sharply against the dirty grey of the stone. Marie sighed, letting a few single tears fall from her eyes, the only time that they were allowed to. Kneeling down next to the grave Marie brushed away the tears with her sleeve and whispered, "Oh Mother, Sara, I wish you were still here. Alive. If only for Dad. There's so much I wish I could tell you."
(c)Street