Hundred-first Prompt: Mourning

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Susan climbed the stairs.
One step, then another.

She tried to concentrate just on the way, and not in what would be there when she had arrived at the destination, while she held on tight to the colourful flowers in her hand.

Just another step.

And then she looked up.

Nine names.
Nine people.
People, she had known.

Mother, father, Peter, Edmund, Lucy, Jill, Eustace, Professor Kirke, and his friend, Miss Polly Plummer.

Susan hadn't known Polly that much, but her siblings had.

And so she placed one flower on Jill's grave, on Eustace's grave, on Professor Kirke's and on Polly's.

But her family, they had one grave with each other, and so she put the last five flowers there.

Although she had wanted to not cry, a tear rolled over her cheek.

"I miss you," she whispered.
"I miss you more than anything else."

But she didn't want to cry.
Susan turned around and headed away, from the graves, the names, the past.

She couldn't bare it.

But one day, and that was what she promised to herself, she would.