Too Cold to Chase
by Laura Payeur
Copyright 2012 by Laura Payeur
Published by Laura Payeur at Smashwords
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are solely the product of the author's imagination or are used fictiously. The use of some licensed products have been used without permission, however, not in any defamatory manner. Any resemblences to actual persons living or dead, businesses, places or events is entirely coincidental.
The wind blew through the concrete stones, tossing the unraked leaves. Although it was October, the air was fairly warm. A swarm of colors danced around the headstone, settling in front of her. The cemetery, any cemetery, was an eerie place to be, even on a bright, sun filled day. The silence of the dead could sometimes be overwhelming.
Last year's flowers were nothing but dried up stems in the tall plastic vase that lie on the ground. Avery righted the vase, removing the dead stems and replacing them with a fresh bouquet, nothing special, a convenience store bunch. It was the first time she'd brought them here herself in fifteen years. She was sure her father didn't mind. He had never exactly been fond of flowers anyway. She ran her fingers over the etched letters, David Andrew Phillips, 1950-1995. Forty-five years old, far too young to die.