Michael Gregorio

Forever Forward

She sat quietly. Her bare feet pressed into the earth, toes attempting to grip the dusty soil. She hugged her knees, trying hard to imagine her mother was in their place, and that they would hug her back. In the distance she could hear the unmistakable sound of a shovel cutting into the earth. Then that sinking sound she’d come so accustomed to hearing; dirt and stone falling indifferently upon a wooden box.