Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Cemetery, graves, crypts
marble, granite, stone
all of it wrapped around
flesh
and
dust
and
bones.
The days are getting shorter
the night goes on forever
I think I would like to know
what is growing
and dreaming
what is
being held together
by
marble and granite and stone
I’m sure I do.
At least
I think I do.
Would you?
Photo A.M. Moscoso
This is one of my favorite monster stories- I dug it up from my archives just
for you.
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There’s something buried in the Gardener’s Shed and why would someone bury something that wasn’t dead yet?
The thing in the shed isn’t buried very deep, so if you were to crawl over the dead fall in front of the door and were able to push your way through he matted cobwebs and you didn’t mind the smell of rotting leaves and small unburied creatures you’d find there under the window a slightly raised mound of earth.
Were you to look at the raised mound long enough and the light somehow managed to find it’s way through the little panes of glass covered with dust and dirt you’d think someone was lying there on their side with one arm cradling their cheek and the other laying comfortably on their side.
Wouldn’t you?
If you brought a flashlight and the beam was bright you might think you could see something wrong with the entire left side of the sleeping figure’s face. You might think that maybe that the face was gone, smashed in by something like that shovel in the corner.
Isn’t that right?
They might wonder what you were doing back there in a rotting shed behind the Manor House in the dead of Night, they might see you take the shovel and try to smooth and pound that little raised mound of Earth flat.
That’s what they’d see wouldn’t they?
So I must ask you again, why would you bury something that is not dead yet?
Go ahead you can tell me.
Just keep your hands were I can see them.
Photo: A.M Moscoso
When I was about 9 years old I went outside of my comfort zone for Halloween and dressed up as a Princess- I wore a sparkly crown and a Princess Dress.
It was pink and had a light blue sash.
I went to a house with a bunch of pumpkins in the yard and orange and black crepe paper streamers hanging in the windows.
I had never seen such a pretty Halloween House in my life.
I felt like belonged there.
When I knocked at the door the lady of the house opened the door and she was holding a tray with candied apples and popcorn balls and scattered around the try were little hard candies wrapped in purple and orange waxed paper.
It was breathtaking.
I said ‘trick or treat’ and she said,
” What are you supposed to be.”
” A Princess.”
She reached into a little bowl on a table just inside of her door and tossed a little candy bar into my treat bag,
” You’re no Princess little girl ” she said.
She looked like she was smelled something bad.
The door banged shut in my face.
On my way back to the road I kicked all of the pumpkins in the pretty Halloween House over and when someone asked me what I was doing I threw my crown at them.
Like the lady of the house said, I was no Princess- that was for sure.
