Wednesday, October 27, 2010
I know Halloween is out of control but I have nothing against a ghost story told around the bonfire on a full moon night. I got one for you. I was walking past a graveyard recently at dusk when I got that strange feeling like you feel when you are being watched so I turned and looked in the direction of the sunset and all I saw was this big, old, leaning stone with pink flowers at its feet in the most ancient part of the cemetery. I found it strange that so old a grave would be freshly adorned, who could there remain to mourn?
The pink sky matched the flowers so I took a shot with my camera. Came home and looked at the picture and felt a shiver when I saw the face on the gravestone and felt like I knew who had been watching me.