By Lee DeAmali
Stood up by her forgetful date, Maggie shrugged off the disappointment and drove to the nearby cemetery.
She parked in a section with the fewest signs of recent visitors.
She knew no one here, but she walked slowly, stooping to browse headstones as though looking for a lost friend.
It was the stones crowded by creeping weeds, covered in months of dried mower clippings with only one name inscribed that drew her in for a closer look.
Kneeling, Maggie read each inscription aloud, occasionally tripping over pronunciations, as she pulled weeds and wiped each neglected marker until the marble shined.
Nice..enjoyed reading
Meaningful story well written.
This is a thought-provoking story.
I want to hear more.
Beautiful
Sad story.
Thought provoking
Wonderful last line, Lee, underlining what it means to be truly forgotten.
Moving story .