Post by element on Apr 26, 2008 3:43:06 GMT -5
The light breeze played across Thorne’s face as she looked up to the turbulent sky. Large thunderheads crept across the sky in a solid line, slowly but surely taking over the black expanse above the outskirts of Paris. She smiled to herself, setting her notebook down and wrapping her hands around her knees. The wind grew stronger as the clouds approached. Thunder cracked in the distance. Thorne smiled as she felt the first drizzle of rain. She loved thunderstorms.
Storing her notebook carefully in her jacket, she leaned against the dead oak tree behind her and let her gaze wander across the graveyard. The rain grew stronger and pelted the marble grave markers lined up like marines at full attention. Raindrops bounced away from the stone, falling on to the soaking grass, then disappearing into the ground. Thorne couldn’t help but imagine those same drops reaching the coffins of people long dead and penetrating the wooden prison, revealing the rotting corpse of a human that can call nothing its own but a carved box. A flash of lightning illuminated the closest gravestone. Thorne read the name:
Perhaps someone remembers her. Thorne thought to herself. But what good is a memory to her?
Thorne shook off the darker thoughts that crept into her mind and looked around the graveyard once more. She admitted to herself that two a.m. was not the best time to be sitting in a graveyard, but its eerie beauty held her still. Lightning flashed again, followed by a large crash right after. The ferocity of the thunder made her jump, but it wasn’t the only thing – the lightning had illuminated the shape of a human about twenty yards away, opening the wrought iron gate and entering. Another flash and the shape had disappeared, with its creator nowhere to be found. Thorne had no clue who it was, but figured only one of Brittany’s crowd would be crazy enough to go to a graveyard around two in the morning.
I guess that makes me crazy too, she thought to herself and smiled, as she got up and went to find the mysterious person.
Storing her notebook carefully in her jacket, she leaned against the dead oak tree behind her and let her gaze wander across the graveyard. The rain grew stronger and pelted the marble grave markers lined up like marines at full attention. Raindrops bounced away from the stone, falling on to the soaking grass, then disappearing into the ground. Thorne couldn’t help but imagine those same drops reaching the coffins of people long dead and penetrating the wooden prison, revealing the rotting corpse of a human that can call nothing its own but a carved box. A flash of lightning illuminated the closest gravestone. Thorne read the name:
Sophia Harting
1956 – 1995
Forever the worker.
1956 – 1995
Forever the worker.
Perhaps someone remembers her. Thorne thought to herself. But what good is a memory to her?
Thorne shook off the darker thoughts that crept into her mind and looked around the graveyard once more. She admitted to herself that two a.m. was not the best time to be sitting in a graveyard, but its eerie beauty held her still. Lightning flashed again, followed by a large crash right after. The ferocity of the thunder made her jump, but it wasn’t the only thing – the lightning had illuminated the shape of a human about twenty yards away, opening the wrought iron gate and entering. Another flash and the shape had disappeared, with its creator nowhere to be found. Thorne had no clue who it was, but figured only one of Brittany’s crowd would be crazy enough to go to a graveyard around two in the morning.
I guess that makes me crazy too, she thought to herself and smiled, as she got up and went to find the mysterious person.