Microfiction: Unquiet grave

Got this little critter down to exactly 100 words for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers writing prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

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There is a feeling of late autumn in the air, of the year rolling into its winter sleep, wrapped in the fallen leaf memories of the summer. The rosemary, symbol of remembrance is stiff with frost, and not a breath of wind stirs the dry leaves piled in drifts about the headstone.

We remember who lies beneath, and we don’t forgive. We gather here every year to celebrate his finally being put where he belongs, but this year, something is wrong. The earth has moved, the headstone shifted. There are fissures in the frost-hard ground.

And the date is midsummer.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

46 thoughts on “Microfiction: Unquiet grave”

  1. Whatever is coming isn’t pretty. Or, who knows, it might be pretty… but certainly not healthy the living things in the area.

    I love the ominous tone, the progression of the tension, the final revelation…

  2. Does this explain the cold April? Something is out there killing my seedlings. I’ll just pull that duvet back over my head…Love how you used the whole picture.

      1. I find them very hard to write, largely I think because they’re so ‘done’. Hard to find a new angle. Same with vampires and so on.

      2. Probably. If it’s well-written enough to be truly frightening, it will probably get deeper under the skin than a flash image. Also, when a film is really scary there’s always the possibility of hiding behind the sofa so you miss the really memorable bit 🙂

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