Between the Cemetery and the River

Mausoleums on the hill overlook the river and its parallel path, watching every boat race, jogger, biker. The cemetery's west end comes to an abrupt halt like a cliff over the road below: a narrow, busy road on which cars are known to double the speed limit. A high stone wall stands on the side of the road below the cemetery hill, holding the ground in place far beneath buried bones. A much lower stone wall runs along the other side, separating the river path from the busy road.

Large, old walk in tombs and gravestones like these are mostly a bygone tradition. But the winds of chance still blow through them as they ever would. On a sunny weekend morning, the mausoleums witness a car veer off the road below, straight through the low stone wall, across the jogging path and straight into the river.

Nobody jogged or biked past at that particular moment. No coxswains led oarsmen in the place where the car dove headlights first into the water. Hours before the accident, a young family had a picnic on the river bank. A six month old baby lay on a blanket while her two year old brother ran circles around their parents. They're alive and well. Like the rest of us who breathe, they're surrounded by ghosts.

Photo by Erica Smith for uwishunu.com

8 comments:

  1. There's a sense of melancholy about this piece and also a strange eeriness ^_^

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  2. Loved this, the last sentence hauntingly beautiful.

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  3. We're all at the mercy of the winds of chance aren't we? Hauntingly described. :)

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  4. Reverence and the ghosts witness much. Nice slice in the life of a cemetery.

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  5. Seems like the slices of time that pass us by are merely a hairs breath away from disaster at any given time.

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  6. Timing is everything! Certainly seems like the ghosts are a rather patient lot, though perhaps with all of eternity before them that's a necessary trait?

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