The cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode, but Celeste couldn’t understand why–the land around the graveyard was peaceful, lovely even. Perhaps they’d named it after a movie; it sounded like the name of an American western.
She settled herself in the shade of an arching tree and closed her eyes against the view of the headstones, trying not to remember that other cemetery.
She had stood beside their graves, dumbfounded. A minister unable to pray. She’d always been faithful, had served her parish and His will her whole adult life. Yet God had taken both her husband and her only child in one afternoon, leaving her with nothing but a handful of crumbling soil to toss on the coffins.
Celeste sighed and stood up. Grief would not stop her from serving her new parish, though. Perhaps, in that work, she could find something more to hold on to than bitter dirt.