Monday, March 14, 2011

bunch of violets

He was alone at the grave site, saturated in misty violets amongst all others, cold gray and unloved. A gaunt, pale man appeared beside him, as though he had followed bread crumbs, wearing a full length black cloak, soiled and matted at the bottom fringes from dragging along the pasture lane.
'I know you. You are the undertaker.'
'That I am, that I am,' nodding.
'You are way late.' Then, starting, 'Or you are early.'
Smiling, 'I am here only for the ghosts.'
'You are late.'
'Not necessarily.' Peeking inside his cloak at a loud wind-up clock, 'I am on time.'
'These violets,' shaking his head, 'Where they rise from. A mystery. They were her favorite.'
The wind came up, passing like a train, the violets rolled in a melodic wave, the stillness returned, the sound of the wind waving goodbye from the back of a speeding caboose. He looked at the undertaker just as the stranger was awkwardly trying to hide his hands.
'Ah, you did that.'
'Yes, I suppose.'
'I thought it was Tatyana,' he mused sadly.
'Of course it was the girl,' the gaunt man consoled.
He looked in the undertaker's magpie-black eyes.
'She's here?,' he said, barely above a whisper.
'This is the thing I do,' he yawned.
'But...why?'
'To bury once and for all, my friend,' pointing a finger to accent the once.
'Couldn't get it right the first time, heh, old man?'
The undertaker jumped slightly forward as though slapped on the back.
'She's laughing. She loves that,' he murmured out of the side of his mouth.

13 Comments:

Blogger Berowne said...

Interesting take on the prompt...

3/15/2011 7:21 AM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

Dark and delicious. The ending is brilliant. Thanks, Phil.

3/15/2011 9:20 AM  
Blogger thingy said...

It's rather Dickens like. Eery.

3/15/2011 10:32 AM  
Blogger gautami tripathy said...

Wonderful magpie!

coloured perspective

3/15/2011 12:51 PM  
Blogger Sandy said...

Wow, wonderfully written.

3/15/2011 1:26 PM  
Blogger Jinksy said...

Nice macabre tale...

3/15/2011 3:19 PM  
Blogger Helen said...

You have painted quite the tale with your words .........

3/15/2011 7:10 PM  
Blogger Marilyn said...

Wonderful tale, but eery as Thingy said.

3/15/2011 8:06 PM  
Blogger Lucy Westenra said...

You know how to write. In particular, you know how to avoid saying too much. Very good read.

3/16/2011 11:38 AM  
Blogger Friko said...

a story after my own heart.
a little spooky, a little sad, a little puzzling, and very, very inventive.

3/16/2011 2:18 PM  
Blogger Marinela Reka said...

Beautiful tale, like it :)
Short Poems

3/17/2011 11:30 AM  
Blogger Jingle said...

awesome talks...
love the flow.

3/17/2011 10:22 PM  
Blogger ~T~ said...

Intriguing...

3/17/2011 10:54 PM  

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