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New Live Cemetery – An Alternative Viewpoint

Picture by Arch Angel Studios via Google


NEW LIVE CEMETERY

© Kelvin M. Knight, 2019

Time hangs from our bones like chains. These chains rusting with blood and binding our wrists, our necks, our ankles. All we want is to stop bleeding and move, away from this time, this place.

Slapping sounds. Wet leather ripping open parched flesh. Flinching, we collapse to our knees, our heads bowed, our eyes pleading with the ground.

The sounds grow louder. The agony softens. Gasping, we dare to life our eyes. The gravestones around us are splashed with iridescence, and there are these beings hovering above them, their wings passing through trees and earth but not stone. Stone turns them transparent. Stone makes these silhouettes of arms reach out from these beings. Dazzling hands of all shapes and sizes touch us.

Lift us.

Feeling our chains fall away, then our bones, we laugh, then we cry. Because oceans of forgiveness melt our pain choked hearts once more forever.

 (150 words)


The above story was written in response to the What Pegman Saw prompt, which this week took us to:

Selma, Alabama

You are warmly invited to the Inlinkz link party to read other globetrotting contributors’  stories inspired by this week’s prompt.

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Editorial Note:

This more intimate “inclusive” viewpoint felt better for showing the release from hurt captured by this story, whereas my previous post on this story, which contained an observing and somewhat detached viewpoint, felt better for showing the wonder and bewilderment of this story.

Author:

First and foremost I am a reader, then a storyteller. My reading tastes are eclectic. My writing can focus around the intimacy of closed settings and may tend towards characters who might be hiding something from themselves.

20 thoughts on “New Live Cemetery – An Alternative Viewpoint

    1. I am. And I have, Karen. Although only loosely tied to this picture. I sent it out to a Critique partner yesterday as I wasn’t sure… and there initial comment was Brutal, evocative but brutal. I find being unsympathetic hard, obviously.

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