This post was written in response to Charli Mills Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch
The Day of the Dead
“Eve, You’ve been chosen to read the Sacred Words this year on the Day of the Dead.”
“I don’t want to rest without you!”
“If we take turns and rest for a year, we’ll all live much longer.”
“There are fewer of us now. They’ve stopped returning.”
“Those who find their final resting place stay.”
“What if I find mine?”
“Then you will remain within the Words.”
“I can’t leave you, Adam!”
“If you refuse, you’ll be outcast with the Wordless Tribes, who roam throughout their short lives searching for a place to rest.”
“Come! Let’s join them now!”
I wanted to write something ‘spooky’ for Halloween week, but you know how the unconscious mind has a will of its own… In the end it came out rather biblical.
Who knew we humans weren’t interested in long-term commitments, perfection, or paradise? A bird in the hand? You only live once? Carpe Diem?
Cheeky Eve does it again rocking the boat!
October 21, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a final resting place. You can take any perspective that appeals to you from the historic to the horrific.
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