We huddle together on the bench, waiting to see if she will appear.
The markings on the gravestone are now impossible to read, eroded by rain and five years of waiting. Every anniversary we are hopeful of her visit, a sign of her forgiveness that could finally set us free.
Just as we are about to leave we hear another presence – a car pulling up nearby. We see her, flowers in hand, searching for our grave.
She finds the bench and we shuffle up to make some room, despite having no need to do so.
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A 100 word story based on the photo prompt from the Friday Fictioneers.
Very graphic. I could just see a bunch of ghosts shuffling along a bench… :
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I think there is always room for another… wonder who will come next
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Beautiful. just beautiful!
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Dear Hombre,
There’s certainly a story behind that one. Well done. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks. I am going to try and take part on a regular basis if I can 🙂
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Welcome to our motley crue!
I really enjoyed this one and could also imagine them shuffling over to give her room… On the off chance she could “feel” their presence. I guess they don’t want to freak her out if they want her forgiveness…
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Thanks! And yes, that was exactly how I imagined it.
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Loved this one!
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I love this. What a vivid description!
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Love this. Ghosts making room. Great take.
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What a lovely take on my photo.
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