I Wonder If You Will Add A Story To This Group

The walk... He dared not look anywhere other than down at his feet as they moved one in front if the other. Fearing that someone would see the hurt in his eyes and ask if he was ok he moved quickly down the avenue. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the homless man and wondered if even he would be willing to trade places right now.

The bus stopped just ahead of him and he climbed inside. Sitting alone in the back the bus drove him closer to the ob<x>ject of his pain. On the outskirts of town it stopped and he stepped out. Looking up for the first time he read the sign hanging over the gated entrance. He had never understood why they were called memorial gardens until his memories got planted firmly in the ground in this one. His walk resumed, eyes once again cast down at his feet.