Two Graves

Bertram looked at the graves and then out at the water. The stone were visible from the lake. The campers shouldn’t have any trouble seeing them. The key was to make them enticing – make them stand out in their minds.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice soft. He knelt and laid a single red rose on one of the graves. Then, he touched the stone and stood. Without another word, he left the scene. There were other preparations to be made.