The Tombstone (Part 1)

Becky stood in the cemetery wondering about the people who were buried there. The idea had seemed quite fascinating in the beginning. But undoubtedly it was turning out to be scary now.

“How interesting it would be if people’s biographies were written on their tombstones to reveal what kind of people they were and what course of life they followed.” She had thought sitting in her room with beautiful turquoise blue colour on the wall, a lovely vase with deep pink orchids, a big bunny rabbit and a full length mirror.

Now the thought seemed creepy and totally sinister. The garden of remembrance seemed to be all around her. The tombstones stared at her in a way that they wanted to dance with her.

But she was in no mood to dance. She followed the straight path ahead that led her to the tombstone she had come to visit.

Joseph Haddon
(1845- 1866)

How young had he died? She wondered.

An angry voice made her jump. “What are you doing here?” growled a man who stood before her looking furious. He was a tall flint eyed man with harsh features.

“I I juusst came to lay these flowers…” she said.

“Don’t you know the time is already over? Get out” he growled again.

Yes the time is over. It had got over 10 years back. She thought to herself

To Becky’s surprise, the man turned abruptly and stomped off. She stood their puzzled wondering what to do next.

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I have something abrupt in mind but will end this soon. Happy thinking!

The initial part was something that I have been thinking for quite some time. i.e., thinking of standing in a cemetery but it is intimidating indeed.

Reason- Everybody conducts themselves in a different fashion. It is this behaviour of the various kinds of people that makes me mull over the fact that even in similar situations we all react differently. How will Becky react….Lets see