A Dialog With Dad
Eric walked carefully among the headstones. He stopped in front of a particular one deep down a row. He opened his satchel and produced a well worn trumpet. A mournful dirge dripped sonic sorrow over the cemetery. Eric always spoke with his father on the anniversary of his death.
He opened his satchel and produced a well worn trumpet. Eric walked carefully among the headstones. Eric always spoke with his father on the anniversary of his death. A mournful dirge dripped sonic sorrow over the cemetery. He stopped in front of a particular one deep down a row.