The wind howled as she knelt beside the grave and touched the stone, the cold granite sucking the warmth from her fingers. Her graying hair flying, she was still, and thought of this day, repeated how many times? Another year already had gone, since she last knelt here, and the weather mirrored her mood. Fingers tracing laser cut letters, she looked for the hologram above them, long since gone with the satellites that fed it, along with her memory of it. Why did she come here, year after year? She thought hard, and couldn’t remember why. She sought to read the letters again, but the language was dead and gone, like the man in the ground under her.
She looked up with wet cheeks, watching the clouds race overhead, their final destination unknown, but in a hurry to get there. Slowly, she stood, using the tomb as a support, for the time had come and gone again. Feeling the blood rushing back into her legs, she stood still and let the invisible needles complete their work, before slowly turning and moving away from the lone tombstone.
She mounted her horse, removing the reins from the tree branch after the climb. Turning, they moved away and up the hill, wild grasses flying all about, waving for attention.
the wind howled.
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