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Ea stood up, ignoring her scrapped knee under her skirt as she fished in the pocket of her skirt to pull forth the item that had been keeping her attention. It was a small quartz stone that fit in the center of her palm. It glowed in the sun with a hint of pink hue as Ea rubbed a finger along the top of the stone, feeling the little hum as it begged to tell her it’s story. She shoved her fist back into the pocket and marched along the green, picking her path with care as she fumbled in her opposite pocket to bring out a map of this section of the cemetery. She had circled all the potential names. All the names that started with a Be. In her vision, she knew that the stone had belonged with a middle-aged woman nick named Bee. She had used it to cleanse her family home every week since her first son had been born. It had been important to the woman, but when she passed at the age of 60, the stone was solid in a yard sale. Her family hadn’t considered it important, and didn’t realize it was one of her prized positions. Her husband got it for her on a whim.
Ea continued to march along, picking up her oversized boots so as not to kick up the grass over the graves. ”Come on Bee… where are ya?” She muttered to herself as she arrived at the first grave. She crouched down, touching the stone that marked it in hopes that it might give her an idea of who lay there. Nothing. The grave was marked with no other items for her to touch so she began to draw her finger against her bare knee, doing math as she determined how old the person had been. Thirty-five. Too young. She headed towards the next one, a quiet wraith amongst the tombs that was unaware that she was being watched by another person.