Ma was dead and gone. There was no reason for Louisa to stay now. She stooped down and laid the wildflowers she had picked at the foot of the cross which marked Ma’s grave. Tears ran down her cheeks. She was going to miss Ma. After Da died, it was just the two of them, struggling to make ends meet. Then, Ma got sick and after languishing for a week, she passed away.
Louisa had Ma buried here on the land she loved instead of a graveyard. Ma wanted to be free, even in death. Well, now she was. She was at peace.
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye
, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France,
exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent
. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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