Book excerpt - story “Dark Anniversary”
With a dozen roses in hand, the man dressed all in black walked towards the tombstone. The lettering had already begun to fade, but the words were drilled into his brain: Edith Robyn Sommers, April 4, 1956 – June 14, 1975.
After a few moments of reflection, the man knelt and set the roses on her grave.
“You are so maudlin, Eric,” a voice said from the darkness.
Without turning, Eric said, “You never forget your first, Robert.”
Robert stepped from the shadows. “My first was just some peasant.”
“And after all these centuries you still remember that.”
Robert stood for a few seconds, then turned and disappeared.
Eric chuckled, then stood. He nodded to the tombstone and said, “Until next year, Edith.” He then spread his wings and flew into the night.