The crowd swelled, so she climbed onto the mailbox to see. Flags waved from every window. Men cried openly.

When the dead man’s car slowed, she saw him in the back. There was makeup on his face and his suit didn’t fit right.

He looked a lot like her grandmother.

Gianni Jaccoma was born and raised in New York City, and would really like to do some urban exploration before he leaves. He divides his time almost equally between writing stories about monsters, reading about history and watching adorable animal videos on the Internet. His website is www.gianniwrites.com.