Crows In the Cemetery

A huge landscape of green grass with grey stones dotting the ground. Worn dirt paths intersect the grass like a grid. The looming steel gate is zero, zero. Up six and over five is Mr. Joseph Lee Stein. Up twenty-five and over seventeen is Ms. Abigail Beatrice Stone. Pine trees surround the area like a wall. Flowers are scattered around, in varying states of life. Some are dead and rotting like the corpse underneath them, while others are fresh, showing care from the living. A deep caw echoes across the area, a black feather falling and joining the pine needles strewn about. In the distance, a black bird lands on a gray gravestone. Sunlight streaming through the branches, broken patches of light illuminating the grounds.