She walked among the graves, clutching the warm cup of tea next to her heart. Funny how the graveyard was now literally her backyard. The move to this house, a former church, had definitely been the best decision. She watched her cat wandering among the tombstones, his good eye glistenig in the dark, the other forever lost, prey to people and their malicious intentions.
The silence enveloped her. No sound but the rustling of leaves against the wind. No living soul at sight, her only neighbours long dead and buried. Her cat was now moving around her legs, making soothing sounds. She closed her eyes, took a long breath in. All was good. In peace, at long last.
