GENRE: YA Contemporary Romance
The scent of lilies always reminded me of her, and every month I placed fresh ones in front of the headstone. I blew out the candle I lit every visit and stared at the engraving, wishing it would disappear, that it would all just disappear.
The cemetery was small. Ray wanted something more lavish, but Mom wanted to be buried near Dad which made sense. She even planned the whole thing. What woman plans her funeral? But then again, she wasn't like anyone else I knew. No matter what happened, she always smiled and made our place a home. Home. She took that word to the grave. She was my home.
Pink tinged the sky, reminding me of the hour. A sudden breeze blew through my thin shirt and whipped frizzy curls into my face. I shuddered, blew a kiss into the wind, and walked to the only thing that still gave me joy.
I trailed my fingers along the Mustang and opened the car door. Every time I slid into the leather-bucket seat, the pounding in my head faded and then disappeared within the sound of bass pumping from the stereo. The ‘stang growled as I turned the ignition. The nearby caretaker scowled and I waved. It wasn't my fault this baby had a V8 engine.
I still needed to go to the market before it closed. A new duty I inherited after Mom passed, but I didn't mind having an excuse to stay out of the house.