Picture by Arch Angel Studios via Google
NEW LIVE CEMETERY
© Kelvin M. Knight, 2019
They swooped into this place looking for those silhouettes of raised arms. Their wings passed through trees, feathers and beaks as easily as they swept through space and time. But not stone. Somehow the slabs and towers of stone here inhibited their aerial dance.
Slapping sounds. Wet leather ripping open parched flesh. They wobbled in the air. They left iridescent marks on these gravestones. That’s when those rainbows blossomed momentarily. Always momentarily. But enough. Enough time to right themselves. Now their wings shimmered while from their rainbow-laced bodies arms extended. So many arms. So many dazzling hands of all shapes and sizes reaching out for those silhouettes of raised arms. Arms like stone. Rusting chains rattled, chains binding wrists, necks and ankles.
Swiftly they pulled this blackness into their light. Their iridescent light that faded in the blink of an eye. All this happened in the blink of my disbelieving eye.
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.