The hollow eyes of the skull stare out from the dust, the half unburied skeleton gazing up into the sky. I wonder what tragedy led this man to such an ignoble fate, and why I had happened upon him now.
“Who were you?” I ask quietly. There is no answer from the grave.
The dust of the earth shifts and unveils what is hidden beneath. From the darkness, the dead are brought into the light.
I muse over the skeleton, my thoughts flowing in and out unchecked, uncensured. What did he love? What did he hate? Where did he go?
Tale Told 