“Groundsman of the year 2012” announced the framed certificate. Other than his wedding day and the birth of his son it was big Harry Patchway’s proudest moment.
It all changed that night. He changed that night.
The lights. The screeching of brakes. The screams. The blood.
He still came to work. You could hear him. The weeds were running wild but he was still there.
If only someone had spoken to him. Why didn’t someone speak to him?
It was inside the Pennington mausoleum where they found Harry. As they took him down a picture of his wife and son floated slowly from his hand.
This is my entry in this week’s 100 word writing challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.