There was movement and Esther looked up to see Jasper glide across between the aging tombstones. She hadn’t seen him for a while and was surprised to see him today. Jasper kept to himself as much as a spectre could.
Theirs was a lonely non-existence. Stuck in a limbo, forever to linger among the dead.
Esther had been wandering in this ancient graveyard for well over a hundred years. She’d seen others come and go. But apart from Jasper she had been here the longest.
She wasn’t sure of Jasper’s story only that he was the result of a love gone sour.
Her’s was a love unrequited. At least from his family who did everything they could to not only discredit her but exile her within her own town. Ultimately she had paid the price for her resistance.
Vanished into the night and buried in his graveyard so far from anywhere, no one ever knew whom the body belonged to.
Lost in time, Esther wandered in aimless abandonment.