XII: Do you still miss her?

Cainan stopped his car at Neriah, his late wife’s graveyard, and he got down after picking the rose flowers he bought on his way over. He saw Segun, the new graveyard watchman, sitting under the oak tree, reading the newspaper in his hand 

“Good evening, Segun.” 

There was a smile on his wrinkled face as he stared at Cainan, “Good evening, Mr Inferno, welcome.”

“Thank you,” he said and headed off. That was their usual greeting and some days they would take it up a bit and ask about each other’s family, but that wasn’t today.

He made his way over to Neriah’s graveyard and took a seat beside it, dropping the flower he brought along on its head.

It was three years and five weeks since he had lost her and it still felt like yesterday. His heart still wrenched the same way it did when the doctors declared her dead and his eyes still grew glassy at their last moment and every fibre of his body longed to turn back the