All Stories by Miro Škugor

By Underpass Editors Posted on: 3/3/2019

The gravel path stuck to the steep incline leading from the edge of a suburban side road to the town’s old cemetery. The cemetery was so ancient barely anyone paid it attention. A row of aged, thickly planted cypress trees surrounded it on all sides, keeping from view what was a rectangular plot of land nearly filled with forty-eight tombstones covered with moss.

The names on the stones were almost unreadable with age. In the dampness and shadow between them, the low shrubbery grew, spreading outwards in all directions before reaching an invisible divide and meeting up with the tall grass of the surrounding meadows.

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