Today's microfiction comes from Gravesend in Kent, England. Gravesend is located on the Thames and played a key role in shipping and maritime communications on the river for many years.
'Can you believe it?'
Dina looked up from her book. On the other side of the St. George's Churchyard was a gaggle of young women, a jungle of cameras dangling from slender wrists and long fingers marking critical pages of dog-eared guidebooks.
'We're actually at the final resting place of a princess. . . ' There was excitement and awe in the speaker's voice, and she smoothed her highlighted chestnut hair.
'Let me take some photos.' One of the other girls swung her camera effortlessly into her hand and began directing the others to form a sombre line around the statue of Pocahontas.
Dina couldn't suppress a small smile. If her mother was here, she would go over to the girls with a wagging finger and tell them that Pocahontas wasn't a princess, she was a chief's daughter, and that no one was sure where her remains were. She had died at Gravesend but the location of her body wasn't known. Dina's mother had never let a little thing like politeness stand in the way of accuracy.
Dina closed her book and walked over to the statue.
'Would you like me to take the picture?' she asked.
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