Cemetery, El Paso, Texas, Sunday Afternoon
Nov. 2nd, 2014 06:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weldedtomyspineThe Day of the Dead. Every year found Jaime ending his rounds in the same cemetery, at the same grave.
Nadia.
Just like every year, the first thing he did was look to see if anyone else had been by before to leave anything for her. And just like every year, there was nothing. So he knelt in front of the grave marker and lay the small bouquet of cempasúchitl against the granite.
He didn't say anything. Even years later he wasn't sure what to say. He just knelt in silence for a bit, remembering.
Nadia.
Just like every year, the first thing he did was look to see if anyone else had been by before to leave anything for her. And just like every year, there was nothing. So he knelt in front of the grave marker and lay the small bouquet of cempasúchitl against the granite.
He didn't say anything. Even years later he wasn't sure what to say. He just knelt in silence for a bit, remembering.
