A warm breeze blew across the cemetery and caused the weeping willow to sway.
Thomas stood, leaning against a street sign when he thought he saw someone moving under the willow. He thought it odd since the town hadn’t the money for upkeep, and there hadn’t been a groundskeeper for several years.
Curious, he decided to see who it was.
As he stepped through the curtain the willow’s branches provided, he froze, his mouth falling open.
Finding his younger sister cutting into two of her friends with their mom’s butcher knife was unexpected.
“What? It’s a graveyard, isn’t it?”