Ashes to Dust
by
Mary Sebasky

"He steels himself against the wind and begins to make his way off the concrete path, his Italian shoes walking on uneven sod.... The recently disturbed ground has re-frozen, thawing only long enough to allow entry of her body into the bosom of earth.

"He holds the picture gently and avoids looking at the carved block of rose granite in front of him. In the picture, she is still alive and warm. Here, there is nothing but dirt and stone to mark where a life once was. He looks up for the first time and sees the stone has already been carved. Her name, underscored by dates, freezes him deeper than the wind.

He decides he prefers the picture."


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