Pray for the dead (unbetaed)
word count: 172
inspired by today's quote on mini_nanowrimo
and this pic http://community.livejournal.com/mourning_souls/642394.html
Pray for the dead; fight for the living.
Colby stood there in that graveyard, the afternoon light burning his shoulders. He was home sitting in the cemetery of the town he grew up in, bottle of jack in his hand.
The grave before him was in a language he couldn't even read but he respected the man buried there. This old man kept him out of trouble after his dad died; making sure his mom could spend more time with his little sister and her health issues.
He raised a toast to him and told him of the changes in his life as he sat there.
"He always said, 'Pray for the dead fight like hell for the living'. He was quoting somebody important." Colby smiled.
Ian sat down beside him on the grass; Colby had heard him walk up. "Sounds like a good man, one who taught you a lot."
"He was."
They sat in silence, contemplating life, death and everything in between until the sun went down. Companionable silence reigned as they walked away to their hotel room.
inspired by today's quote on mini_nanowrimo
and this pic http://community.livejournal.com/mourning_souls/642394.html
Pray for the dead; fight for the living.
Colby stood there in that graveyard, the afternoon light burning his shoulders. He was home sitting in the cemetery of the town he grew up in, bottle of jack in his hand.
The grave before him was in a language he couldn't even read but he respected the man buried there. This old man kept him out of trouble after his dad died; making sure his mom could spend more time with his little sister and her health issues.
He raised a toast to him and told him of the changes in his life as he sat there.
"He always said, 'Pray for the dead fight like hell for the living'. He was quoting somebody important." Colby smiled.
Ian sat down beside him on the grass; Colby had heard him walk up. "Sounds like a good man, one who taught you a lot."
"He was."
They sat in silence, contemplating life, death and everything in between until the sun went down. Companionable silence reigned as they walked away to their hotel room.