His shadow loomed tall over the tombstone. I stood too far to make out his features but the imposing outline of his muscular frame and sturdy shoulders were unmistakable. He hunched over the grave, clutching a handful of dahlias in a vice-like grip, shoulders heaving.
They were the same dahlias I held in my own numb hands as I hid behind a gnarled tree. The night held an eerie, bone-chilling secret, the winter air wrapping itself in a cloak of mystery and as my steps led me out of the cemetery and onto the bustling street, I wondered: who was this man and why was he crying over my brother's grave?
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Sinister seduction
Mystery / ThrillerHis shadow loomed tall over the tombstone. I stood too far to make out his features, but the imposing outline of his muscular frame and sturdy shoulders were unmistakable. He hunched over the grave, clutching a handful of dahlias in a vice-like grip...
