As she walked through the abandoned streets, the moon was shining brightly, though it was hidden by dark clouds. The first drops of a heavy rain fell on her cheeck and she raised her hand to feel the water. Instead of running for shelter she started walking more slowly.
Big drops were falling on the pavement. She turned another corner, the wrong street, she knew it all too well : this was the way to the cemetery. "I must be crazy" she thought, but she didn't stop.
Entering the gate a light shudder flowed through her body, but still she wouldn't go back.
As the clouds opened to let the moon watch the earth, the graves were lit by a beautifully cold glow. Her eyes fell on a huge cross, rising above the graveyard. It was frightningly beautiful.
The only other sound she heard was that of her shoes clicking on the stone paths. It was so peaceful there, the fear was slowly replaced by a great appreciation for the greatness that surrounded her.
Calmly she observed the cold marble. Suddenly she remembered the little flashlight she always carried with her and she started to read the insriptions. There were a lot of family tombs there, big great tombstones with big crosses, symbolizing the hope of the masses...The hope that there was something beyond this world, something greater, another state of being, a state of happiness and bliss...
She felt a bit disappointed with the writings: most of the stones had only the names of the dead and their date of birth and death...It felt strange to see those two so close together. The two dates that are the most important dates in a person's life. Dates on which something happen that the person himself had no hand in. And in between lay life, with its ups and downs, happiness and sadness...Time that passes too quickly.
Now she was standing in front of a field filled with graves of children. Tiny graves, well kept and covered with flowers?
Suddenly the wind moved the branches so the leaves were rustling restlesly. In the middle of the field a little statue of an angel caught her eye.She knelt beside it and watched it more closely: it was a pretty little thing, beautifully crafted, with fine features and an unreadable inscription. Her mind didn't dare touch it, but her hand already felt the cold surface. As she touched the hidden words, a sudden sound startled her. She listened more closely and recognised the sound of children playing and laughing, little feet trampling the paths. She was afraid but she wouldn't move, couldn't move. The sounds were getting closer and she felt something brush against her body. She got up and looked around but the sound had stopped, it was over...they were gone.
She turned round and wanted to walk towards the exit but her curiousity about the statue hadn't faded. She went back over and wiped away the moss that had gathered over the years and read these words : " The body is but a prison for the immortal soul, my child, death will set us free"
