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.
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.
The above story was written in response to the What Pegman Saw prompt, which this week took us to:
You are warmly invited to the Inlinkz link party to read other globetrotting contributors’ stories inspired by this week’s prompt.
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.