FLASH FICTION

I was told this is one of the largest cemeteries in the world. A huge, green plain with white tombstones.

A light breeze blows constantly through the grass of the vast lawn.

Just over a month ago, my parents asked grandpa if I could stay with him while they went on a trip around the world.

I was frightened by the idea of spending the whole summer in a cemetery, even with my grandfather, who, ever since I was a kid, has been a special guy, a really funny one.

My parents would never admit it, but they are ashamed of his job as a guardian and an undertaker. They always thought his life choice was due to some extravagance.

The old man is undoubtedly eccentric and has an untamed vital energy, but now that I know the place where he lives, I am not too surprised about his choice…

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