Niall Gray

Callie's Shadow

The churchyard was quiet. Everywhere was quiet really, now, but after three years I still hadn't fully adjusted to it. Every time I came, the surrounding woods had encroached a little more into the cemetery; the grass was now as tall as the gravestones, and the trees loomed larger at its edges, their roots disturbing the outermost graves. Luckily, it didn't seem there were many people left that cared – I'd never seen another living soul in the churchyard, and it didn't surprise me one bit. Too many people had lost too much too recently to care about the dead of generations past.