Angry with the world and for the silence of her friend. Lying there on the cool damp dirt with scattered leaves surrounding the lifeless body that once was named Sidney. Standing over her was a friend who she knew very well since they were little. The air is cold and misty creating a fog around the cemetry, just the right mood for a funeral. The friend was alone mourning for her lost when someone made a low coughing sound. It was so low that she didn't notice there was someone standing behind her for a long time until he spoke.
"Excuse me but the grounds are about to close soon."
Frightened with her discovery she turned around so quickly that she tripped and had fallen over the dead body. "Ouch!"
"I am so sorry please let me help up."
"Don't touch me", she screamed.
The man just stood there in silence with a vacant look upon his face as if there was no one really there.
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