Lucile Gray

It was a very still night. Half a moon shone brightly on a clear cloudless night

59 Elm Street ran straight past the cemetery disappearing at the corner of a tree.

A lone figure stepped out of a shop and started her journey back home. The

click clack of her heels ricocheted on the empty road as she walked towards

Oak Avenue. As she reached the cemetery, she stopped for a while and then

entered the rusty half open gate. The cemetery was cold, dark and unkempt..

The click clack suddenly stopped as she was walking on a grass covered

path. The moonlight shone on the empty tomb stones scattered here and

there . She waded her way through the tall uncut grass and moved towards a

withered willow stretching its gnarly arms up towards the night sky. As she

reached the tree she removed her coat and scarf and hung them on a low

branch curling towards her. She stepped on the other side and there lay a

tombstone. She got down and gently cleaned the surface of the tomb

sweeping off the dead leaves and twigs. She looked down at the name

carved at the head LUCILE GRAY and a shadow of sadness quickly flitted

across her face. She knocked thrice on the tomb stone and waited. Suddenly

the stone began sliding to the side exposing an empty cavern. She stood up

and stepped inside slowly moving down...down...down... and disappearing

into the dark cavern. The tomb stone slowly slid back shutting the open

cavern. A gentle breeze brought back on its surface the dead leaves, twigs

and dust that had just been brushed off. The coat and scarf that had been

hanging on the willow branch just a while ago, was no longer

there..................

It was a very still night. Half a moon shone brightly casting shadows on 59

Elm Street running straight past the cemetery and disappearing at the corner

of Oak Avenue.