A pair of canvas-sided combat boots, as the wearer collects the most lively flowers from each grave in sequence.
Large, glossy-black, the bird follows the arc of movement in the previous shot. Ruffles its feathers. It begins to sprinkle rain, A dirty-blondish tenement kid of eleven, clad in a blend of cast-offs and hand-me-downs her version of street punk chic. She totes a skateboard under one arm (itself a berserk Jackson Pollock chaos of band stickers, silver marker and graffiti, with Day-Glo wheels).
She transfers her impromptu bouquet so she may unzip a flap and hike up a ragged hood against the rain. She stops to watch the grave diggers pack up and leave.
"Guess the picnic got rained out." Was said as the girl smirked to herself.
She looks down seeing A grave marked with Shelly Webster, She places the gathered flowers down. Almost reverent. As Elly takes a single white rose and places it atop the grave near Shelly Webster's.
A Crow's eye It blinks in its alien way. as it takes wing from it's unseen perch. Lands stop Eric's headstone. It pecks tentatively at the top of the monument The girl hasn't gotten too far before she notices the bird.
"Oh, scary." The girl say's with sarcasm. The bird blinks at her from the headstone.
"What are you, like, the night watchman?" Asks The girl with a curious sound to her. Another blink from The Crow. As she exits the iron gates of the cemetery without looking back. Brutal building facades, like dead eyes, and bad alleyways, like hungry mouths, are gradually revealed as we continue to unveil that the cemetery is smack in the middle of the city.
