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The Missing Rose
TDW # 156: Something is Wrong
Lucinda snapped awake and, as she often did in the middle of the night, reached for Benjamin. Even now, a year after his passing, she still reached for him reflexively.
Her arm met the other pillow. Oh. Yes. Gone.
She looked at the photo of Ben that she kept on the nightstand. She squinted her eyes.
Did he just wink at her?
Must be the sleeping pill she took before bed.
She sat up, put on her slippers, and pushed the curtain aside.
Something was happening at the cemetery. She lived just a few blocks away. It wouldn’t hurt to check on things. No need to call the police this late.
Lucinda slipped on a pair of sweats, a long-sleeved T-shirt, and slip-on sneakers, and headed out into the night, flashlight in hand.
There was something wonderful about Halloween night, after the children had gone home and the streets were quiet again. The moon was bright (waning gibbous, she noted), suffusing the streets with its glow. Pumpkin faces still glowed with flickering candles. The air was brisk, and Lucinda enjoyed the walk.
As she approached the cemetery, a surge of cold rushed through her body. A greenish aura surrounded the area. She had seen this…
