In The Stillness

On this Solstice Eve, darkness drips through the bare branches of ancient trees. The moon hangs low, a thin crescent, barely there.

The last thoughts of the departed are etched on stone tomes; loving epitaphs, names, dates.

Can you hear them? The souls who linger here whisper in the stillness, “Remember me.”

~kat

52 words exactly for the final installment of Sacha Black’s 52 Weeks in 52 Words Writespiration flash fiction challenge. The theme: Write about the night you spent in a cemetery.

(I took the photo above during a Haunted Savannah tour a few summers ago. The air was electric and thick with souls longing for life.)


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