The cemetery is dark at night, mist ghosts between the rows of headstones. Most people would be terrified to be here, but for me it is comforting, the dead have nothing to hurt me with. I count gravestones till I find Great Aunt Maria’s. She is my personal confident, listening to all my issues and woes without judging me. Sitting down, I lean against the cold  stone and tell her about my day.

Write a story that opens with your main character doing something that is completely antithetical to his or her personality. Let the story be about how this character came to do what he or she did.

She hated this. She hated the taste of it in her mouth, the exhaustion filling her limbs with lead. The smile that was never allowed to fall from her lips, the fake inane comments that slid from her lips as she worked.


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