There was a heavy wrought iron fence that ran along the eastern edge of Fenton Cemetery. Outside the fence were planted sporadically evergreen shrubs, and a concrete sidewalk ran its length. Further beyond the walkway was Adams Road, a busy avenue that traveled in a straight line through several cities and townships.
Jeff Harrison walked along the sidewalk, traveling west beside the road. He was on his way home from a friend’s party, and he’d had his share to drink. He wasn’t reeling as he went, but he was dragging his feet and walking unsteadily. To a passerby he might appear intoxicated.
As he walked in the cool, spring night air, he thought of his wife, and hoped she wouldn’t be mad at him for drinking so much. Suddenly, a sprinkler to his right came on, and then several others rattled to life, spraying the grass and Jeff with misty water, and making him jump in surprise. When he recovered, he quickly moved toward the road to avoid getting any wetter.
