Today on Drabble Wednesday we visit the realm of Death…
Past the Moonlit Arch
Two figures, black hooded cloaks dark as spilled ink, stand
guard on opposite sides of the arch. Aria stares through the opening , at the
sterling pearl of a moon in the raven shadowed sky.
“Will it hurt?” she whispers to her guardian and escort.
“Only for a moment, and then you will be free.”
Her steps are hesitant, but steady, as she walks down the
path to her fate, through the archway, past the stone, to halt under the moonlight.
She inhales, a brief, delicate sound, her last act before
the horned beast rips out her heart and feasts.
Always a Bride
She stroked the faded ivory silk, the lace yellowed with
age. The edges had tattered, and the pink ribbon fastened around her waist, but
it was still her wedding dress. She remembered that day, her marriage. She had
been happy.
If she only knew. That her precious joy would turn to ash when
her husband imprisoned her in his family crypt. Each day she believed she would
die, but as the years rotted away her flesh, she remained. A haunted skeleton living
in her tomb.
A noise made her turn her skull, her neck bones creaking.
Her husband was visiting.
Three Stones
Molly wiped away her tears, afraid her mind finally snapped
from grief. She stared at three gravestones under a forest tree. Graves that
appeared out of nowhere.
Come closer, Molly.
Molly jumped back. She knew those voices.
Come closer, Molly.
“Mama? Daddy?”
Heart soaring, not caring if she was insane, she raced
forward to the graves, lured by the sound of the impossible. Molly gasped.
Three names were inscribed on the stones.
“Richard. Janet. My parents.” She trembled. “And Molly? What
does it mean?”
That we saved a place
for you.
Molly screamed as the earth opened and swallowed her.
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