“I found it.” Pam whispered.
“What are you whispering for? It’s not like you’re going to wake the dead!” Mark guffawed as he handed her the etching paper and pencil.
“Shhhh. Just give me the paper. I hate graveyards; damn history class!” Pam’s hands shook as she created an etching of the famous headstone.
“Do you believe the legend that says if you rub the headstone the old man will show up?” Mark sneered.
“No! God! Stop it Mark!”
Suddenly the temperature plummeted. Pam whipped around to scold Mark for his incessant laughter, but he was gone.
For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers challenge based on this photo by Liz Young.