Photo prompt from Dawn M Miller
A dark silhouette appeared out of the mist, soon joined by assorted tomb stones standing in rows. They looked just like drunken soldiers on parade. A layer of freezing air descended and engulfed Buster. With caution Buster moved forward, passing between stone anchors and laurel leaves. He had entered a military grave yard, strangely he felt comfortable and his pace quickened. A well built porch appeared out of the mist, who’s door stood slightly ajar, offering access to a church. “You can come in old chap”. So Buster entered. “Are thee hungry, thee looks so”. “You want to share a railway man’s beef paste butty”.
Footnote: Link to prompt is traveling, sorry it is a bit tenuous this week.