When the time of evening had arrived, James sat in front of the grave of his father whom he had buried a few hours ago after finding him dead in his room. With everything that was going on, the loss and grief had been too much for him to handle.
"Sir, the cost for the work is twenty-four coins," came the voice of the caretaker, who was the person to look after the cemetery. James turned, putting his hand in his pocket to give the money to another man who had helped him in putting his father in the casket and burying him in here.
James' eyes looked bleak as they stared at nothing in particular. The caretaker left with the other man, who had come to take his money, leaving James alone in that part of the cemetery as there were no other visitors. Fresh flowers had been placed on top of the grave. When his mother had passed away, it had been difficult, but he had his father with him, who had also left him alone in this world.
