separation

Let your sensitivity lead the way

I'd stopped to rest my backpack on the low wall that ran along the outside edge of the cemetery. Fumbling around for my gloves, I heard a car pull up on the road behind me. I turned to see what was happening as the driver called out:

"Do you know where the correctional centre is for the bad people?"

As he drove away, the emotion bubbled up hot and strong, my heart broke, and the tears fell.