Nov 17, 2024
closed starter · for rohan @s4mudra location · the graveyard
" you ever feel them ? " there's a solidarity in loitering in the cemetery alongside the other. they'd both wafted — like the grey smoke of his rolled cigarette — through the gravesite independently but their energies now mingled. " spirits of the deceased, i mean. " his eyes were settled absently on one of the older headstones on the property, unfocused enough that the carved words became foreign. a language forgotten. ( if he paid attention, he'd have noticed they read IN GOD'S LOVING ARMS. )