It was the night of the year, she came out of her grave. And it was the night for which he waited on that chair 364 days in a year.
It was a love beyond the realms of human imagination. He was the devotee who had seen the shadows of death approaching, and refused to eat for five days. He had never imagined a life without her, and he continued to guard the tombstone, without any expectations or reward.
For the rest of the world, he was just an old, furry, four-legged creature, who lived without fear, in the graveyard.
Inspired by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at