Words - Story

He sat weeping in graveyard, obviously in grave silence, trying to read an epitaph, unclear in dark and unbelievable, thought of his days, his playful times, his play mate, his camaraderie, his friend. Someone disturbed his silence weep, he started weeping profusely. “You came?” he said, “How can I live without you?” said the other voice, “Did you like the words I chose for your epitaph?” He now wept with a smile.

Note: This was the last post on OOO, thought it would be good to continue from the past