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Story of a Cemetary

“It’s so hot” Sebastian complained. His companion, acknowledged the truth of the statement by mopping his brow with an already sodden handkerchief. “If we don’t find shelter soon Harvey we’re done for.” The two made their way laboriously across a ravine by way of a rope bridge precariously slung between the sparse vegetation on each side. They had travelled many painful miles since their rations had been exhausted and knew that they must refill their water containers soon too … the raging torrent beneath mocked their thirst.
As they gained the relative safety of land they froze. “Cut the ropes… quick!” The two friends hacked feverishly as the enemy neared the opposite side they had left such a short time ago. “Hurry!” They called to each other in unison. ..As the first of their foe stepped onto the rope bridge they simultaneously cut through the last remnants of thread and it twisted downwards shattering wooden struts against the rocks opposite.
Harvey led the way now as they trudged up to the brow of a small undulation in the terrain. “Its here! We made it Seb!” Sebastian joined his friend and they surveyed the burial ground of the lost world. They knew it would take all their skills to log its history but they would achieve their goal. The two friends always won through.

“Sandy, Harry, food. “
“It’s mum”
“Yes, let’s go eat; we can finish the game tomorrow”

Story of a Cemetary

aaeiinnn

Joined July 2009

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dictionary tells me that a cemetary does not adjoin a church
it is simply a burial ground

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