Five Sentence Fiction: Forgotten

The fog lingered longer in the graveyard today. She wiped her hand across the tombstone, dragging her nails, pulling at the moss. She read the name again, this time aloud, and sighed. The moss crept back over the name. “Again,” she whispered as she faded into the mist.

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