The Cemetery Wedding

Spy thriller flash fiction

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Rain splattered on the muddy ground, the heavens pouring down as if weeping for the lost souls that littered the cemetery. Jack Carlyle wasn’t sure whether they were tears of joy or sadness, but he could not care less. He shifted his umbrella over his head, to better cover him from the pouring rain. The calming staccato of drops smacking against his umbrella was, every once in…