BOYS WILL BE BOYS
“Your
boys should be more respectful,” old Cyril grumbled to the new vicar,
“Graveyards aren’t playgrounds.”
“All
those dead grandparents probably enjoy their laughter,” Peter retorted, but at
teatime he told his sons they must play elsewhere.
“But the
others will miss us!” Harry cried.
Peter was puzzled. ”I’ve not seen anyone else
with you.”
“He means
the old ones,” Ben explained, “The boys who played here before.”
“Before
when?” Peter asked carefully.
“Before
they went away, of course. Their names are on that pillar by the gate.” He
raised innocent eyes to his father. “Are they dead too?”
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Thanks to https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to J Hardy Carroll for the photo that prompts this week's story.
Follow the link on Rochelles blog to read many other takes on the photograph.
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