Karif Battle, founder of Theoretical Fiends LLC, got this photo, by Cottonbro Studio, from Pexels. In an old graveyard, riddled with craggy headstones, a man walks away, trench coat flapping in the breeze.
 

Mourning Dove

 

They moan.

 

Love is dead. What an awful sound.

 

Boots crackle out there.

 

The church door opens.

 

Light burns dark.

 

A tap on the shoulder.

 

"Come. Let the dead bury the dead."

 

Tired, I follow. She faints.

 

“It’s okay, Mom.“