As the boy knelt to lay down the flowers he’d brought to the gravestone—lilies, they were—he felt suddenly struck by something. Not grief, which usually visited him at this place, but a very strange thought. It occurred to the boy that the dead man in the ground under him had once been young. In fact he had lived a whole life. He had done all the things men do. He had owned shirts and ironed them, had made eggs in […] The post Lilies first appeared on The New Journal.
