Literature
Life as Monica Green, Chapter 1: A yearly Visit
Mist hung around her ankles as she crossed the grave yard. Only the sound of her breath could be heard followed by each tap of her footsteps. This year's visit would be different, not when she discovered what she really was. She stopped at a grave, covered with years' worth of moss and grime. Her speech was a near whisper, "Hey Dad." Tears ran down her cheeks, yet she didn't fight them, but let them come. Nobody was here to see her mourning, nobody needed to know what she was doing. Her Dad died 5 years ago, 2 years after her mother left. No one knew what happened to him, people say he was murdered; some say he committed suicide after his wif