graves

“I brought your favorite,” Fen remarked out loud as she wove her way around a few trees, holding up a bottle of rum in reference, approaching a large, but young tree by the riverbed in the forest, the sound of rushing water and the rustling of leaves with the slight breeze was her only response...

The thud if Milo's knees hitting the dirt echoed throughout the silent field,tears blurring the boys vision until the writing in the stone was barley legible. "I only got you in my stories and you know I tell them right. I remember you and I, when I'm awake at night." He began to sing,voice...