She was waiting there just like any other night. Her eyes were desperately searching for someone to console her loneliness. It had been too cold and too long. Her eyes were a little teary, maybe she had ran out of all those tears surviving these lonely nights, waiting for someone who never came. She let out a concluding sigh before giving up on yet another night.
She got up and threw away the shovel. The sight of that empty grave in the row of numerous other graves surely appeared ugly to her. Only she knew how the other graves had fallen in place and this last grave was taking too much time to fill. Perhaps some night there will be a fruitful wait that will complete yet another row of graves in her backyard.
She lit her cigar and walked off with high hopes of a better night.
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Poor lady.
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Women ain't so sinister, you know. Just sayin'.
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