Megan Ruuska

The Secret That Lies Beneath

He wet his lips, breathing raggedly as he took tentative step after tentative step; his feet had carried him into the nearby cemetery in hopes of finding a place to rest his cut up, swollen feet. He crossed diagonally through tombstones until he found a quiet, secluded spot behind a cluster of graves. He had by this time stopped his movement and was partially crouched against the back of a strangers’ stone, his right hand idly combing through the fresh grass that tickled between his toes; occasionally digging his fingers into the dirt, all the while fading in and out of consciousness. Soon, he slipped into a deep, motionless slumber.