Man of War – Excerpt No. 37

“Who‘s buried there?” Marc asked.

“Why don’t you go and find out?” Bertrand asked in a way to imply it was an order. “Go on. I’ll catch up.”

Marc lacked the experience to pick up the slight tremble in the man’s voice. He skipped off towards the marker, noticing that the others nearby were nearly almost completely buried. Had the summer heat not beaten back the vegetation, he would have likely tripped on a few along the way.

When he faced the stone’s face he noted that it must have been here for a while. The name Marcellin Champagnat was legible, but lichens had grown to fill in the lettering. Nature was reclaiming this land, and given enough time no one would know this place ever existed. 

“Marcellin Champagnat,” Marc said loud enough for his approaching mentor to hear.

A fourteen year old boy looks upon a tombstone from a distance. The tombstone is located on a hill and has been here for years. The name Marcellin Champagnat is legible, but lichens are filling in the lettering. Nature is reclaiming this surrounding land, and given enough time no one would know this place ever existed.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.


Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.