Mr. Gale’s Funeral

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We met to plan the final details for Mr. Gale’s  in the Gale Family home.

It was the beginning of fall and the leaves had just started to drop from the trees.


” Just treat it like any other tradition Funeral, ” his wife told me on the day we planned Mr. Gale’s funeral. ” Flowers, candles maybe someone can read poem and can you recommend a Minster? I suppose we need one of those.”


I assured her I could see to all of these details.


” I am so glad to hear that Irene, this is such a trying time you know.”


” I do and I’m very glad I could help.”


Mrs. Gale leaned over and whispered into my ear. ” I am curious dear, how it came that you decided to become-” she was at a loss for the word  which is not unusual in times like this.


I patted her arm. ” It’s the family business.”


Mrs. Gale got up and smoothed her hair and then walked over to her husband’s casket and put her gloved hand on it, somewhat cautiously. ” Oh Dear, I almost forgot. Music. Can we have music-”


The thudding and screaming resumed from inside the sealed casket.


” In case he starts up with that again ” sighed the soon to be widow.


Daily Addictions Prompt: Identical

After While Crocodile



I don’t want to be rushed.

I don’t want to fly

I don’t want to shoved ahead or  pushed.

Its not that I don’t like to feel

the wind in my face

I hate to run


all of my life

I’ve been shouted at, shamed and chased.


So please feel free to soar on by

I’ll catch you up later


if I happen to come by.


Daily Addictions Prompt: Soar


The Sly Dog Inn


At the Sly Dog Inn

you can tell tall tales

you can sing off key

you can murder and cheat


Nobody goes

to the

Sly Dog Inn

thinking they’ll be heading home

ever again.


The Sly Dog Inn

is at the end of the world

Where its’ always midnight

and it’s always cold.


When you reach

the Sly Dog Inn

Tell the Devil I sent you

and he will call you Friend.


The Sly Dog Inn

is on a stretch of long dark road

and anyone one who goes there

is never seen again.


Photo A.M. Moscoso

Inktober 2018: Stretch