Flaws of love

Yan Mei stepped into the familiar rows of the cemetery and paused, scanning the tombstones announcing a death. She wasn't looking for someone, she knew where she needed to go, even in sleep her feet would walk in the right direction and stand in front of the right one.

Like undeniable propulsion that dragged her heavy feet from the gate to the grave, snapping any illusion of control until she was a wrecked crying body.

Today was different, a lot of difference had been popping up in her life lately and she couldn't decide if she liked it or it irked her. For maybe the first time she had started visiting this cemetery she had a measure of peace, her mind was not too clouded by grief to see.

There were rows and rows of death, with the odd grave neatly manicured and dressed with flowers. She didn't have flowers but she had a stuffed toy, a tiny squirrel that squeaked when it was squeezed.