Wrapped In Granite

 

Argument

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

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

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Midnight At Riversleigh Manor

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Monster

 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

Photo: A.M Moscoso