There once was a lonely road. It was like most any road, but this one had a secret that it hid within itself. You see, this road led to only one place. And this place was not well known. People would drive by everyday and not notice it. Kids would play in the streets but not go down it. The kids used to dare each other even to enter its mouth. Yes, this was a lonely road. The traffic it saw was always sad and this made the road even sadder. Why must every person weep that visits me? it would ask. The road was not well taken care of either. It was ashamed of the cracks in it and the overgrown weeds that flanked it. No one would even come by to tend to this road.


But yes, this road had a secret. One that it feared to tell. For it told of the saddest thing there was. Death. Poetically enough there was a sign that warned 'Dead End' as one traveled in. Oh how much this road wished it wasn't all so true. The secret this road held, with all its greenery and decay, was that a little cemetery was nestled at the end. It was a private place, welcome to only those who knew it. And few had cause to know. But there were little rusted sheds, benches, and even a pavilion. Places for people to reminisce. It was a gentle little cemetery that the road was tasked to look after.


This road was a lonely road, but it took pride in what it gave to those few who used it. While other roads were bustling people by to work without the slightest second thought, this road offered something unique. It led to just one place. But it was a beautiful place where the shade of its trees comforted those who sought it.


This road led to solace.