Sunday, July 11, 2010

a little alliteration

say that blog title ten times fast.

So, um, here is a thingy I cooked up - part story, part flash fiction, and alliteration . . . maybe too much of it, but you be the judge.

Here goes!

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With the setting of the sun the last piercing cries of the murder died across the gravestones. In a hollow, amidst unkempt bushes and scrub grass, a lone grave, its shattered vitreous urn sitting askew atop an age worn headstone, kept silent vigil on a dank depression. This abandoned site, a long forgotten memory in the minds of men, was visited only by a few brave black birds, but one thin child kept watch nonetheless.

This lone figure, all humor long since purged from the depths of her sole, glided back and forth before the shattered urn, the contents of which had long since scattered and soaked into the sodden earth before the small leaning headstone. The breeze, scanty and feeble, could never hope to displace the cold, or dampness, or sorrow from this place.

Time lost all meaning in that hollow, and the moon came and went as it had throughout the seasons. The mists forever rose and swirled uneasily there. But not all mist is merely moisture. Throughout the long dark night figure and fog danced macabre while the moon watched with pale face and indifference.

Just before sunrise, this forlorn figure, weeping though never sleeping, studied the name on the gravestone nearly worn away now by the passage of time: Ellen Shale. It was a pretty name, her grandmother’s name and her own, for now and forever.

As the first rays of the stirring sun fell upon the cemetery, and the murder of crows were roused back to raucous life, Ellen silently faded away to once more await the morrow’s midnight moon.

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Until next Sunday . . .

1 comment:

  1. Zilla's Other Half8:24 am

    I really liked that. Is it the beginning of something longer or just a short thing as an experiment? The reason I ask is that the reveal of a name at the end, to me anyway, was jarring. It pulled me from the imagery and the beat you were achieving with your writing. And of course, I'll always give you grief for leaving 'u's out of words ;) So yes, I really liked the flow of this...

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