Church bells rang to end Sunday service and the congregation came out. People stood talking and I bored as usual walked into the graveyard.
I adventured amongst the weeping trees and headstones, ignoring the ghosts I could see lingering, as a ten year old boy I had better things to do.
One old lady began shouting, ‘get out! You vandal! Stop disturbing me!’
‘I’m not doing anything!’ I yelled but she wouldn’t listen and carried on shouting.
I tried play but she flew and pulled me about like a whirlwind. Deciding it was best to leave, I ran back to my parents.
(Inspired by; https://crispinakemp.com/2020/02/05/crimsons-creative-challenge-65/ with thanks).
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