Random Bits of Necropolis #5

There were no dates here, only family names, flowers, chains on one iron gate, marble doors with engravings showing the countenance of saints, rosary beads and candles and snapshots hanging by any means present.  It almost felt like a city, except no one sat on the stoop and, to be perfectly honest, no one would answer if she knocked.

Just to be sure, of course, she didn’t knock.