The cemetery, full of old burials, was an earthly hazard. Stones, brick and mortar lay scattered on their sides. Some headstones were either cracked or had fallen onto their shadows. The plots were so close together that Vincenzo had to walk over their dead bodies. ‘Sorry peoples,’ he kept muttering to himself. He toed it over several very old graves until finally, looking back at Mandy, he said, ‘I get nowhere, here!’
‘We are just getting lost the deeper we go along,’ she said. ‘I’ll go back to the car and see if I can see some sort of entrance to that cottage.’
‘I wait here. Hey, look at this, a Harley Davidson engine, must have died on the bike.’
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