Time of Day: Father's Grave

(( From Tavlo's post here: http://www.rp-haven.com/forum/workshops/writing_workshop_0 ))

"Thanks again, dad. You always listen."

I wipe my hands and stand to leave. Each year, I come here, and clean off the headstone and plot.

The sun has reached the horizon; it took me all day this time. Time well spent.

Would we fear the Scourge, if we spent more honor on our dead?