Letters never read, Letters never send
Prolog
Prologue
The casket is lowered. The first shovel of dirt is dropped and cries echo among the silence. A woman, whose knees have just weakened, relies on her husband’s arms to keep her up. Stoic faces begin to turn away. Some come close to the edge the casket; sitting below is covered by dirt and roses.
Soon everyone leaves. The woman has to almost be dragged away, and even though the sun shines bright there seems to be a dark shadow cast over the cemetery.
A young man; probably in his early twenties, turns back. He walks slowly to the edge of the gravesite. He looks down at the casket and tears slip from his eyes. He whispers his goodbyes and drops several white envelopes into the grave.
He begins to turn away when one of the gravediggers comes up to the grave.
“What are those papers down there?” The man asks himself out loud.
The blond man stops and with out looking back answers, “Letters never sent.”