Rochelle, once again, brings us Friday Fictioneers with this week’s prompt (pic below). Mine follows the prompt. For the others > HERE < Enjoy!!!
“The Ground Beneath Our Feet”
By Scott L Vannatter – 100 Words
Stella walked slowly across the “Crypt of Millions” in which graves had been dug, filled, and then covered in concrete and marked off with stones. The problem was, here in the mountains, snow fell almost constantly. Thus, came Stella’s job: shoveling the snow and dusting the graves and stones.
There were almost never any visitors, so she often wondered why she must shovel so much. Then, it would happen: the snow and cold would crack a grave and the spirit of the dead would come forth.
For her part, she did not mind. It gave her someone to talk to.
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Namaste,
Scott
Comments
Scott, That’s really creepy. I guess it’s better though than a body coming forth. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
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🙂
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I love that she was so comfortable with her role 🙂
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Interesting thought. I guess I hadn’t realized that when I was writing it.
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Crazy to be so lonely that spirits make you happy. Great take on the prompt
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It is, but I can see/feel it being so with that type of job.
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OMG!!!! Me, too!
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Well done. You captured the emotions so well.
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I feel I am improving at that. It will help me immensely with my WIP.
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That would be a terrible job in so many ways, Scott, but what a creative take on the prompt. I’m trying to imagine the space million so of graves done in this manner would cover! It’s boggling what passes for my mind.
janet
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I have always seen a very strong mind in you.
Yes, it would be a terrible job. If a ghost is the one who helps you to pass the time, what does that say about quality of life?
Scott
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What a great, understated, and funny/poignant story. Good job. Randy
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Wow! I do like that comment!
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Cool. Nice to see her hard work pay off. Great read!
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Interesting comment! Thanks!
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Dear Scott,
Boredom and loneliness will make anyone talk to the spirits. This was a dark and delicious tale.
Aloha,
Doug
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Thanks, Doug. It turned out a bit more dark than I intended, but that’s the way of writing.
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Dear Scott,
Now that’s the epitome of loneliness. You made me laugh. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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