hello folks its been a long time i have not share a story again, here it is one of my latest work, i hope you be enjoying this short story about a guy who haven't realise he is dead.




Every year ,in the mid winter,its always been like a compulsory routine for our  family to visit my elder brother grave ,as this is one of the saddest seasons for the family .He was long gone even before he knows how to call me ,my name or even did know i existed. We visit his grave in this season and we placed a newly wreaths and a bunch of red rose . 
The days of visiting is tomorrow,but  something cross my mind, which urge me to visit today's alone by myself,to have some intimate moments with my brother's souls, i wish to see him again once more even if its a soul or a dream . For i longed to called him big brother.
I check on my weather apps and find nothing out of ordinary the weather seems ok,but to make sure its fine, i checked the weather, peeking outside the window,the weather was calmed and the  beautiful feeling fills the sorrounding.
I didn't bother to inform my parents about my plan of the day,instead i  decided to go on a secret  mission ,solo hitch hiking to the cemetery. If i told my parents about my plan they will freak out.

It was already 8:00 Am, i thought it be late if i don't hurry.

I worked as a teacher at one primary school for nearly a decade,but my passion  for   teaching , dealing with kids, students fade out. The reason can be attributed to many factors, particularly the late payment of monthly salary, overtime  work schedule,early start of class,as most of the time i wake up late im always late for classes. I rarely go to school this days,as im physically weak ,as well as im not interested. And i thought this secret visit to my brother grave will bring me at least a little peace.
I decided to skip class today. I quickly pack up the necessary gear,my camera,my lunch pack, probably a cup of instant  ramen,a packet of cigarettes, a couple of beer bottle, and small portable water flask to keep the hot water for the ramen.

As i exit my room, i notice something odd, everyone was nowhere to be seen and the house is indeed fill with silence but nothing weird run through my head,and i thought they might be at the balcony, doing their usual things, i choose to sneak out of the house via back door as i don't want my family seeing me going on a hitch hike alone by skipping classes.

The cemetery is half a mile from my home, recently  a new spot for burrying the dead had been open ,east of the old cemetery where my brother was buried.
I decided to walk on via the main road as the weather was calm and also to enjoy the pleasant view of the hills .

Halfway on the road near the bridge,i saw a group of young people, smoking marijuana,and it seen they were having fun they were blasting a songs which i had never heard before, it's kind of like a reggae but with more of on off beat, and it brings a smile on my face as at one point im like those kids, not knowing when the day will end. As i venture on forward,to my bad luck ,i met a funeral procession ,i stood at one corner at the  curve and observe the procession, i saw many familiar face. Friends,collegue,juniors, girls, and family members, as soon as i saw my mom face, her eyes red  swollen and still sobbing, i can't help myself, but feel bad for her, and thinking if i die too early she be crying the same . I felt emotional. I decided to take another route to reach my destination. I recollect ,why my homes is very quiet at the moment i left  home, cause they had went for funeral . I wonder why they didn't bother to informed me about it,i became annoyed but the thought of peaceful moment , with the nature brings back good vibes.
I didn't think much about the funeral procession beyond that .
The alternate route i take is less traveled path as this path is...