Emma

The gooey mud sloshed all over my new, shiny gumboots as I heavily trudged through the damp grass. The clouds had opened, allowing the sun to shine through as though the heavens had open their doors. The soft morning sunlight pierced the waters surface, reflecting back into the sky. I noticed a near by group of people, all of whom were dressed in black, of course. I slowly cam closer toward a large willow tree; its long, hair-like branches draped over me and gently brushed my face in the warm summer breeze. I sat down on the damp floor and rested my heavy head against the cold tombstone. I was filled with a sense of serenity as i watched the droplets of water run off the petals of the roses placed in a small, glass vase. "Why would they leave a glass vase outside?" I wondered to myself, "its so fragile." A sudden uncontrollable shudder flooded my body and engoulfed my senses. I tried my best to embrace the whole thing; listen to the bees hum and the birds sing, but I couldnt shake the eerie sense of impending doom..