As I forge through the wind-blown piles of fallen leaves, I cannot help but wonder what horror lurks beyond my limited field of vision. I sense, yet cannot see, that my destination lies directly in front of me. I am dimly aware of the passing faces of Death, yet I know that I am the only one of my kind on this macabre journey homeward. Ahead, there is a light, a painfully brilliant light bathing the street in

As I approach the front gate, I stop. Though I am thankful to be home, I am awed by what my weary eyes take in. I quickly look left then right, trying to see everything at once. To my left, I see the gravestones, beautifully crafted and lovingly placed. To my right, several more stones and a sight that almost defies description- a freshly dug grave. The grave itself is un- remarkable. It is the contents of the grave that deserve attention. Mostly free from his earthly home is the body that my wife and I had placed there just this afternoon. With his hands, head, and leg above the surface of the dirt, I think to myself, 'Should I have buried him deeper?'

Turning the doorknob, I can faintly hear Bachs' "Toccata & Fugue in D minor". Upon entering, the smells of cinnamon, apples and hot coffee flood over me. I pour myself a tall mug of that aromatic Colombian blend, the chill in my bones almost gone by the fourth gulp, and turn to see my wife standing in

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Approximate Word count = 646
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)