Intriguing story by Sean Patrick Whiteley reblogged from seanpatrickwhiteley.wordpress.com
Mrs. Tooms was in her garden, tending to her winter flowers, when inside the house, the phone rang. She creaked and cracked as she stood, her bones older than she remembered. She stumbled into her home, trailing dirt through her kitchen and foyer, and yanked the phone from its cradle.
‘Hello, hello,’ she chirped, breathing heavily from her rushing.
‘Mrs. Tooms?’ asked a raspy monotone.
‘Yes, who’s this?’
‘You may not remember me. It’s been over fifteen years. My name is Benjamin Sidley. I’m head caretaker down at Pine Banks Cemetery.’
‘I don’t,’ answered Mrs. Tooms. ‘Remember you, that is.’
‘Well, that’s of no matter.’
‘Why are you calling?’ Mrs. Tooms was eager to return to her flowers.
‘Unfortunately, my reason for calling is to deliver some bad news.’
Mrs. Tooms waited.
‘It is with a heavy heart that I tell you that your husband’s grave has been desecrated…’
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