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Death in the Cemetary

326Death in the Cemetary

Today, I went to the cemetary where my precious son and parents are buried. I am used to finding odd items there, as if they were leaving a message that they are with me. Black widow spiders are one of the most odd, but because I study insects and arachnids, I look for their webs and see them. I do not find them on any other graves, which makes the incidences more profound.

Today. I was at my son’s grave site and found turkey feathers scattered over a span of maybe 60 feet in a grassy area by the woods and in the graveyard. Already being there to talk about my most recent anguish, I was especially struck by finding the feathers scattered so near my son’s gave. I

We have a lot of wild turkeys in the mountains here, and finding them was no surprise. It was imagining the scenario of what happened that made them so profound. I could see the group of turkeys wandering down the grasses at the edge of the woods when suddenly a coyote appears, snatches one of them as it fights for its life. I see the others scattering into the forest, turkeys take care of number one, particularly adult turkeys. It was apparent by the number of feathers, the force of the wind, and the long trail of a variety of feathers, from downy white to the long, iridescent tail feathers waving in the wind that the turkey did not win and the battle had taken place only a short time ago.

What make this discovery so profound is the event that sent me there-that one of my children might move-a short distance, but from a home on my fathers property. It brought back the story of my life-full circle-that no mater how hard I try, how long I suffer, how much I work with a now disabled body, I will not see my dreams come true. Perhaps my children will, and we parents often give in to this pain at our own expense.

I know their reams are not mine. What hurts is that my dreams never seemed to matter. Even If I came near them, something came along to ruin to feeling we have when we meet a long sought goal. We work so hard to help them be able to fulfill their dreams, only to find that it isn’t good enough or simply that theirs are different and our efforts are pointless and often complicate any efforts we may want to make to help them reach their dreams.

I see the coyote and turkey as the heartbreak I continually encounter. One problem, disast, tragedy does not end before another is thrown at me. I wonder how much I can take. I wonder why I try. I wonder why sometimes members of my family that I have depended on since childhood seem blind to my needs and expectations.

I gathered the feathers and mixed them with the flowers on my sons grave, just as my feelings are often so mixed when it comes to what to do to make my life worth living without ruining my children’s chances for their dreams to come true, like mine were ruined.

I ask my sweet angel for guidance and help, wondering if he is allowed to provide me with it from heaven. I ask my parents why they left things undone that wiped out my efforts to help my children,

knowing that they had no idea when their health would fail or they would loose control of those little dreams we all have that don’t work out like we had planned.

It is ironic that this violent death by my son’s grave happened when I felt so much like my own dreams had died. Please, my angel, find a way to help me-tell me what to do.


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A Trip to the Past


“Serena,” Raven sputtered excitedly as they walked to the cafeteria beneath the beautiful autumn maples.

Raven turned around and giggled. “Serena, what’s wrong with you?

“There’s this new cafe off campus.”

“So?”smiled Raven, walking as they talked.

“Well, they serve tea ,coffee, hot chocolate or pastries, but that’s not the exciting part.”

“Then what is?” Raven asked, stopping in her tracks.

“When you walk in the door, you go back in time.” Serena whispered. “I swear. I thought I’d been drugged. Even my clothes were from the middle ages. Everything was, the food….”

“Raven grabbed Serena’s hand. “What are you waiting for, let’s go!”

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Silver Challis

“Alas! She laughed as he swooped into the parlor like some minor royalty. “He has surely forgotten his station!” She turned her silver Challis toward he lips and drank of the blood within., no one noticing as she licked a stray drop from her lip. “Soon, he would be reminded,” she smiled.

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Joseph and the Zombie

She walked into the restaurant/bar and sat down by another girl about her age-maybe in college?

Robyn didn’t usually frequent places with bars at night-alone, but her friends daughter was sick, so she decided to visit the place she often visited with friends from the university, hoping to meet up with some of them.

 Meeting up with someone she knew was more difficult than she expected, since everyone was in costume, and most had their faces disguised with make up or covered. The girl beside her was dressed up as a “Jeanie”, bottle in hand. Robyn was dressed as “Tinkerbelle”, a costume she felt a little silly dressed in, but she had liked the colors and the innocence of it.

 Soon Robyn and “Jeanie” were talking. They didn’t reveal their identities, but found out that they both went to the same university. After they discovered that they shared the same major, they had decided to try to discover their true identity at school the next day and get a laugh out of having knew each other from class, but not recognizing each other in costume.

 The evening went on, Robyn got up and danced with a handsome pirate who had ask asked for her company. Soon, she lost track on “Jeanie” and returned to her seat at the bar. The Pirate, who called himself “Joseph” and said he worked at a computer store near by seemed nice. Robyn sipped her drink as he told her about himself.

 The next thing Robyn remembered was walking up in an empty apartment, feeling like she had a hangover, and fearing she had done more than drink the rest of her drink at the bar. She looked around, but, saw no one. Fortunately her clothes wee folded neatly on a chair and she saw that she was dressed in a silky black robe. She hurriedly got dressed, and looked out the door.

 Not knowing where she was, she called a taxi to take her to her fraternity house. The clock said*:15 am, so she hurried dressed and made it to her 9:30 class, hoping to recognize the :Jeanie” from the night before. She didn’t have to wait long. A girl dressed in solid black, with earring shaped like spiderwebs came up to her and said, “Hi, I’m Jasmine, the girl from the bar last night.”

 For a moment, Robyn just stared, not knowing what to say or do. Suddenly, Jasmine smiled and took her hand. “Oh, I know why I couldn’t find you now,” she laughed.

 Still confused, Robyn whispered, “What?”

 “You met Joseph, didn’t you?” Jasmine said, head turned to one side, earring swaying.

“How did you know? Robyn said, shaking now, wondering if Jasmine had been in on it.

“Most every girl in the the frat house has ‘met’ him at one time or another.” Jasmine sighed. “Don’t worry, she said, patting Robyn’s shoulder, you’ll be alright”

 “Alright?” Robyn hissed.” I woke up in a hotel room with a black robe on, my clothes on a chair, not knowing how I got there or what had happened.”

 “Joseph is not his real name, no one knows what it is. He waits for a girl to go to the restroom or talk to a friend and exchanges her drink for one called a “Zombie” with a little bit of added ingredients.” Jasmine said.

 “And then what, waits till you can;t remember anything, takes you to a motel and rapes you?”Robin said, horrified.

 “NO, he doesn’t rape you, Robyn.” Jasmine, smiled, “ He just makes you a member of -um-group.”

 “Group, what group,” Robyn said, a tea flowing down her cheek.

 Slowly, Jasmine, flipped Robins long curly hair across her shoulder, and took a mirror from her pocket. On her neck, Robyn gasped, as she saw two marks.

 “Joseph is a Zombie, well, an a bit of a Vampire, you might say.” Jasmine told her as she put away the mirror. You can’t tell anyone what happened, that’s his only rule. If you don’t tell, you will never see him again. But if you do, you will never be rid of him,”

 “How do you know,” Robyn asked Jasmine.

 She smiled again as she turned away “I told.” she said simply and walked out the door.

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Victoria’s Castle

FLASHFRIDAY prompt Skull Hotel kent-bonham

She sat in the chair, staring at the wizened old lawyer.

“Zats vat it says” he uttered in his very European accent, for the third time. “I leave my great neice Victoria, who bears my name, my hotel in Winterthur, Svitzerlund.”

“I didn’t even know I had an Aunt Victoria!” Vicki exclaimed. “And where the heck is Winterthur, and what hotel?”

He handed her the photo, his hand shaking. It was the hotel she had seen on Modern Murder Mysteries on her favorite TV show last week.

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The Leprauchan

A little old man in a green top hat,

stopped by my house with a tip and a tap.

I heard the whip of a strong north wind,

and whispered, look over there my friend!

As I sat on the step, I stopped and looked over,

and there, I spied a four leafed clover.

I imagined his face, this jolly old elf.

And looked at the clover, quite proud of my self!

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It was the first time our dad had let her drive at night. The excitement was electric! It was the 70’in the small town south. To dad, our choices were limited.  Wrong! We had heard that a fair coming to town down by the river!

The forbidden group of carnies, the rigged games, cotton candy and most of all just being seen there, alone without parents. We would be the talk of the school!

Then it was 10:00 and the fair was closing. She turned the car’s ignition. Nothing. Again. Nothing. We looked around to see the grins of a group of boys we wouldn’t be caught dead with-or would we?

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Double Vision

“I am not a person who thinks in abstract.” I told my doctor. “But when I took that new medicine, I felt as if I were in a room filled with smoke.”

“Hmm.” he replied as he adjusted the stethoscope on my chest. “I have never heard of that kind of reaction to this drug before.”

“I couldn’t tell if it was caused by dizziness, or hallucination.” I continued.

“Have you taken any other medications lately?” The doctor sighed, sounding rather bored.

“No, only this one you subscribed yesterday.”  I answered, knowing my heart was now racing. I felt a panic attach coming on.

“Well, Mrs. Jones,” he replied as he swirled around on his stool. “I imagine it is just a case of vertigo-maybe caused by an ear issue.”

“I’m NOT Mrs. Jones.” I replied as I shuffled off the table, my panic attach  now in full gear.

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She was running through the woods, the full moon gave every tree a haunting shadow.

“Where was he?” she wondered, as she tried to run on the path so the leaves crunching under her feet could not be heard.

He laughed as he watched her from the river bank. “How silly that she thought he didn’t know where she was.”

She stopped, panting and slid down to the edge of the river bank, cupping her hands in the water to find a little relief for her thirst.

He wasn’t 20 feet way, just behind a rock. A sudden shift in the stones below his feet echoed loudly in the shadows.

She sat up, with a start, in her own bed, in her own safe room. Her heart was thumping inside her.  She noticed her hands were wet, and tried to remember the dream.

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I saw her crying as she sat beneath the weathered tree.
“Hey.” I whispered, touching her shoulder.
She looked up at me startled, “I didn’t see you.”
“Didn’t mean to scare you.” I said and sat down.
The grass was cool and soft, I watched the shadow
of the tree wave across the sun drenched field.
I had invaded her privacy, she was embarrassed.
I could see it in her eyes as she tried to dry them.
I picked up a dandelion, turned to seed.
With a smile, I blew the seeds into the wind.
She reached out for the stem and twirled it around.
“Funny,” she sniffled, “how words can hurt you.”
She held out the dandelion stem to me,
and straightened her long skirt, so dark in the shade.
She motioned for me to get up and follow her.
As I rose, she disappeared into the shadows and
left me with the flower stem still in my hand.
I walked back toward the old abandoned house,
My special place-hers too, I guess.

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