Daily Prompt
Silence
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt
I used to work in a funeral home
I used to sit with the dead.
I used to fit them in their finest clothes
I arranged their flowers, their hair, their hands.
As I worked
I’d listen to Mozart, sometimes it was the Ramones
sometimes I would eat Pez and sprinkle holy water
on a plant we kept in the hall.
The dead had died
and I was alive
we were mismatched companions for awhile
but
I wonder what it was
that
watched us both
in
such quiet and thoughtful silence.
Love it! Thank you so much for sharing. The ending is just perfect.
It was quite an experience to work in a Funeral Home, but that sense of never really being alone- either it creeped you out or it didn’t. I drew a sense of connectivity from it.
Absolutely stunning!
Thank you! This one was personal, so it’s one of my favorites.
The personal ones are usually my faves too–they come from the depths.
Nicely done!
I’ve been trying to capture what it felt like when I used to do this work and I think I got it into words.
You did very well, I could picture it in my mind as I read.