Rose petals were spread on the graves of both her mother and sister. The air was filled with their fragrance and she looked around her, her expression anxious. Not a soul was to be seen; she looked around herself again and lovingly spread the petals which she had the habit of bringing with herself. Sitting down beside the grave, looked around her again for that old man again but the graveyard was as deserted as it could ever be. She sat down, opened her Holy Book and started reading the prayer.
Her eyes opened at the sounds of scraping of a cane and shuffling footsteps. She looked behind her and froze. Eye to eye, she stood with the old man. His eyes were the shade of midnight, his skin weathered and wrinkled and a smile was lurking at the corner of his mouth. They stared at each other for minutes, neither speaking nor moving away. She blinked and moved a step back, her eyes on the old man.
“Wait, Sarah! Don’t run away!” His voice was croaky. She stood rooted to the spot, her eyes wide at his use of her name.
“Who are you?” Her fear showed in her voice. She took another step backwards. The old man smiled at her fear.
“Sarah, I am someone who has watched you come here day by day, for months, for years but I haven’t been able to stop watching you.” He smiled weakly at her.
“What do you want from me?” She asked, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“Sarah, I want you to leave this place, this town, this city, this neighborhood, leave everything associated with your past. Move on, this is not your destiny; your destiny is something else. It is right there for you to reach and grab it. Just leave this place. It’s the wish of a dying man.” With this he turned his back on her, leaned heavily on his cane and walked away. Sarah watched him, walking away, her forehead creased into a frown.