From one of my favorite novels, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's classic THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES:
To all the world he was the man of violence, half animal and half demon; but to her he always remained the little wilful boy of her own girlhood, the child who had clung to her hand. Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him.
My two are from "Joe's Girl" which I plan to post on EOPW soon.
I looked around at the cramped, unkempt cemetery—the tall grass, the tipped over headstones—and it struck me as appropriate. It was cluttered, like the departed lives and the messes they left behind.
For more Two Sentence Tuesday, here's the Women Of Mystery.