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Writing inspired by the following SWC prompt:

Gravestones In The Sunshine

Write a story or a poem about exploring a cemetery in the middle of the day.
It’s a scary or intimidating place at midnight, maybe. But how do your characters
feel walking between the gravestones at midday?

Gravestones in the Sunshine

by Elary Wakefield

Good morning, Maria. 

I didn’t know the person who was only feet below the ground.

The weather today is grey and rainy; I think you’d like it.

She is just a great listener.

It’s the perfect day to be dumped. Chelsea told me we needed to see other people. Ugh.

Her name was Maria Stewart Westen; died age 37.

Can you believe that bullshit? What a jerk!

The same age I am now; her death wasn’t recent, it was almost 100 years ago.

She didn’t even do it in person.

Maria wouldn’t be having this problem.

She just posted a fucking TikTok video so now everyone knows!

She was a strong woman for her time.

I just feel…lost. Again.

Maria had everything perfectly made out in life.

Is it normal to feel so lost?

At least I wanted her to be.

I hope so.

It makes me feel like I can do it.

I just want someone to tell me what to do.

I can be a strong woman just like her.

Anyways, I got to go to work. Love you.

I won’t die so soon, I will live on for you Maria.