Hollow Well


The grave keeper lead Bessa to the tombstone she was looking for and the dark of the night tripped her up, either that or the tears that streamed down her face.  It was over as she knew the fears that emptied her world of hope were about to cease, the tomb was of the suspect who had taken the freedom from the ones she loved.  She sat and shook and waited until morning so the fridge of a house she rented would be free from tenants, but morning meant she could never return as the tomb lay empty.

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