Justin's eyes

Running his fingers along the icy exterrior of the weather stone, a chill trickles over his weary frame.
Snow flurries swirl, before topping leaves that have long lost their lust, and cover a ground already frozen from previous frosts.
The sound of an engine rings through his ears, and he stumbbles away from the grave, hoping to find a way out of his misserey.
No soul would be willing to stop, or so it seems on this bitter day in late fall, when tepetatures are dangerously frightning, and a legend is being retold.

What's this I hear about fabricated tales of ghosts and creatures that linger inside the cemetary gate? There's no such things as that. It is all about one's imagination and frightning your little brother or sister when they are being a pain.
For I have been comming here for quite some time, and nothing scares me, so what's the point. I am cold and am looking for something to eat, and there is a motorist up ahead.
He is rather young, a business type young man in a vest, and nicely groomed pants. His has a heart warmming smile, as he takes a few uneasy steps, before lowering himself to the ground where he reveals his braces. He stands painstakingly, before turnning his head toward the gate.
He wipes the tear quickly that moments ago streamed over his red cheeks, and turns away. Looking again, he takes a step forward balancing himself before comming to the locked gate. He turns around disheartingly, as he hears a voice yell, "STOP," and his attention turns to the man inside.
"You want to be in here?"
"Sir,I don't want to get you in trouble or anything. I'll come back when that gate is open. It can wait."
"It's not a problem Kiddo," the man smiles reaching into his pocket, as if searching for the key. Openinng the gate, the young man steps inside.
"It's so cold today," he says sticking his hands into his pockets, "How can you wear that?"
"Son," the older man begins,"I've come accostumed to these conditions."
"That's really unfortunate, Sir," he sighs uneasily. "I just wanted to bring my grandfather some flowers. I don't usual get out much because of these legs of mine don't work right. I work in some building printing papers, but today we had off on account of the holiday. I wanted to visit with him. I'm sure he knows, but Grandma is missing him. She is well otherwise."
"Well, that is sweet of you to do such a thing. Most boys are out haunting the town, or getting ready too."
"I'll have my grandma Carolina's pie," he smiles, "that's all a growing young man needs, not all these already preperduced canddies."
He bends, as his legs tremble, and places the flowers upon the grave, "Thank you," he says to the man.
"No thank you for the visit," the older man grins,before reaching into his pocket to hand him a round gold coin. "You take this to your grandmother."
"I will. Thank you sir."

That evening, Justin sits in a chair as his grandmother takes a seat next to him,"Did you visit with Grandpa today?"
He nods,"And I met a man that didn't have warm clothes on. He gave me a coin to give to you. I said I would."
She gently pats his hand,as he shows her the coin, "Oh, Justin this is a very rare coin from back when your grandfather was in the service."
"Not crazy Grandma," Justin slurrs,"my brain's not broken."
"I never said you were Justin. People don't understand that you are a special boy."
"Because I see things others can't," he says cautiously.
"Yes," she smiles kissing his forehead.
"Momma don't see you anymore," Justin says sadly.
"Only certain people can see me, and other special people. Your mom chooses to believe once you leave your body everything ends, but one day she will learn differently my love."

"Justin," his mom states who are you talking too?"
He shrugs his shoulders,"The puppy."
Lynn studdies her sickly son, "Are you sure?"
He nods his head sleepily, and turns toward the empty chiar.
Lyn questions,"Why are you so fastinated in the chair?"
He shrugs his shoulders,"Grandma Carolina likes it."
"You're a silly boy Justin Randal Timberlake," she laughs sadly.
"What did my boy do on his day off?"
"Vist Grandpa's special place," he tells her.
"Did you see Grandpa?"
"No silly Mom," he responds,"I don't remember him like Grandma. I saw a nice old man in funny old clothes. He gave me a special coin for my granny," he beams,"and let me in to give Gramps pretty flowers. I like him Mom."
"That's sweet dear I'm sure Grandpa and Granny enjoyed their gifts."
"They do," he tells her softly.
After she exits he says,"Granny, I hope Grandpa is making you happy in heaven, and that gold coin will give you what you need to move on in life."