"Hi Mum."

There was little answer apart from the rustling of the wind through the trees as Leslie stood before the gravestone.

"Dad's getting worse, I sure of it, but you shouldn't worry about that. I think that maybe, you're already together and what's left is just an echo, to remind me. You think?"

The wind picked up suddenly sending a chill through Leslie's bones and a robin flittered up and perched itself on the gravestone. It was her mother's favourite bird. She smiled.

She swallowed and looked up at the grey clouds moving slowly across the sky, trying to think about what to say. The robin cocked it's head inquisitively, as if waiting for her to continue.

"Someone found Dad's camera and sent it to me. What are the chances?" Leslie said to the robin.

"Pretty slim I'd say."

The robin dived into the air and flew away and Leslie spun around, shocked, towards the source of the voice.

"Alex? Jesus Christ you scared me half to death!" She said breathlessly, then realising where she was, put her hand over her mouth with embarassment.

"Sorry Leslie, I didn't mean to scare you. So how is your father?"

"You heard..."

"Yes, I was going to visit him, since I was in the area. I phoned ahead and... yes, well. I thought I'd find you here." Alex shrugged, holding out an arm and gesturing towards the rest of the graveyard.

"You didn't have to." Leslie said, taking his arm. He felt warm and his presence shielded her from the wind.

"I wanted to. We might not be married anymore Leslie, but your father is still a friend."

She squezzed Alex's arm and leaned aginst him as they walked through the graveyard, looking at the flowers and the birds dancing between the graves and the trees.

"So, you were in the area?" Leslie finally asked, breaking the silence.

"Mmm? Yes, I'm investigating the thing going on with the postal service."

"What thing?"

"The suicides."


"What?" Alex caught the look in Leslies eyes. "Oh, you mean these?" He said, waving his arm out across the expanse of graves. "I don't think they'll mind."

Leslie rolled her eyes and punched him gently in the arm. By now they had nearly walked back to the entrance, so she ran ahead past the gates and waited as Alex caught up, a little smile in the corner of his mouth.

"Happy now?"

Leslie just smiled.

"The suicides, they seem to be following a pattern. They..." Alex began, suddenly stopped with an exasperated sigh. "Just look at me, I come to try and cheer you up and here I am talking to you about suicides at a graveyard. Why did you marry me again?"

"I believe that it ended in divorce."

They both looked at each other and laughed.

"God it's good to see you again. I don't get much call to come down this way any more."

"How is your wife by the way?" She asked with a grin as Alex walked her to her car.

"Oh I know that look, you minx. Claire's not the jealous type, she knows we're still friends."

Leslie laughed again and kissed Alex on the cheek. "Consider your mission accomplished Alex. Look, when you're done with your investigation, why don't you come down to the cottage? We can have some tea, catch up."

"That'd be nice. Okay, sure, I'll see you then."

Alex kissed her on the cheek, waved good bye and got into his own car, a 4 door BMW 8-Series. As Alex drove out of the parking lot, Leslie couldn't help but notice the baby seat in the back. She'd have to grill him over that when he came over, fancy not telling her he had a child now.

Shaking her head, she cllimbed into her Landrover and felt around in her pockets for her keys when she found the photograph.  She pulled it out and was shocked by what she saw.

The picture was of her, looking surprised against the backdrop of her father's room at the home, but what was odd was that she looked different.

In the photo, she was twenty years younger and had a camera hanging from around her neck.

The End

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