Its time to visit him again

She walks between the graves in an effort to reach the one she seeks. A blackbird flies cawing overhead and lands on a nearby headstone watching her closely.

William Smith
April 14, 1949 – December 15, 1997
Loving Father, Devoted Husband

People really change their opinion of someone when they die, all the sudden someone terrible is made out to be a great person

She stares at the grave.

You ruined my childhood and they dared to inscribe loving father on your headstone

The blackbird caws louder and flies off to the top of the rundown tower. She looks off into the distance after it.

Well you were wrong, I became something, I did something with my life. I was not like you. I did not leach off those around me to become who I am, I made my own name for myself.

She throws the flowers she had brought onto the grave and begins to turn and walk away, back to her car and her own life. The blackbird flies back down and begins to peck at the fresh flowers.