Druid and Crow

        *Διήγημα θρίλερ/τρόμου για διαγωνισμό εκτός Ελλάδος, με περιορισμό λέξεων και θέμα "Cemetery chillers"            Lara sat next to the recently covered grave, trying to avoid the uprooted plants and flowers around it. The storm had stopped about an hour ago and it had taken its toll on the whole cemetery. The tombstone in front of her, was half-covered with mud and her summer clothes already seemed ruined. That’ll be fun to clean up tomorrow, she looked around, feeling sorry for the poor sexton. The sun was setting.      Her mother was always terrified of cemeteries. It didn’t matter if it was a sunny day or a foggy night, dozens of people around her or if she was completely alone. It wouldn’t make any bit of difference and it hadn’t made any. At most funerals or even afterwards, even if someone really beloved died, she would not even go one inch beyond the gate, making everyone else commenting on her rudeness or even her mental health.      “It’s-it’s death, you know