Kole put his car in park. He gripped the steering wheel and twisted his hands around it a few times before he turned the engine off. Opening the door he steps out into a sun-filled warm summers day. It was the kind you could really enjoy if it were better circumstances. Kole sighed and made his way, stumbled to a stop to lock the car, though he seriously doubted anyone would steal a car here and made his way down the drive. He noticed the mature trees swaying gently in the breeze as his feet found the well-kept but worn path of the drive, heard the chirping of happy little birds, smelled the fresh-cut clippings of grass, and yet those didn’t put a smile on his face.
Laughter? He frowned and looked toward where the sound was coming from and saw a camping chair, not facing him, and someone sitting in it. Shaking his head and kind of rolling his eyes, he moved along. It’s not that laughter was a bad thing, just in a cemetery, it seemed like bad form. Who laughs when the dead surrounds you?
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