Secret Saturdays Pornography Story: Snowy Sorrow Chapter 1

Crystal snowflakes
glided gently through the December air. A blanked of snow rested over
the small towns cemetery. It was Christmas Eve; the night was dark
and still, except for the figure that moved silently across the snow,
approaching a tombstone nestled in the far corner of the graveyard.
The name and dates on the stone had been scratched away by a sharp
object, leaving only a few letters. The figure gazed up at the silver
moonlight, revealing Drew Saturday. She knelt on the grave, and
placed a pot of poinsettias next to the stone. Drew looked down,
almost as if she was trying to see through the ground to see the
deceased man one last time. Its been a year; I cant tell you
how much I miss you. It seems like yesterday, the drunk driver who
stole your life, the phone call, the funeral, everything. Its an
open wound still, and my only wish this year is to have you back. If
only I could hold you one more time Drew brushed aside most of
the powdery snow, revealing the frozen ground over the grave. She lay
down and pressed her ear to the ground, trying to hear the sweet
nothings he used to whisper to her every day. The white haired woman
curled up and lay there a few more minutes, despite the frigid wind
biting at her. Tears slipped from her dark eyes, freezing on her
cheeks, leaving the small, moist trail that tears always leave.
Merry Christmas, Van Rook she whispered, dreading her second
Christmas without her beloved at her side.