Today’s post includes 5 daily writing prompts.
Fandango’s One Word Challenge. The word is cemetery.
The Three Things Challenge #731. The three words are potent, strong and sturdy.
The RagTag Community daily challenge. The word is relic.
The Daily Spur daily challenge. The word is bite.
My Vivid Blog daily challenge. The word is something.
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As Marie sat in the cemetery, a mix of anticipation and unease filled her. The delivery of her mother’s tombstone was imminent, yet a strong, odor, like the smell of liver and onions, hung in the air. It was a potent reminder of her mother, who had always cooked this dish for herself, despite no one else sharing her taste. Was this a sign from her mother, reaching out from the great beyond? Marie couldn’t help but wonder, her feelings a swirl of confusion and intrigue.
Marie, feeling a sense of unease, settled back in the sturdy folding chair she had brought along. She tried to distract herself by reading her book, but her fingers couldn’t resist tracing the worn edges of the relic from her mother’s past, a cherished rosary hanging around her neck. The old beads, a tangible connection to her mother, brought a sense of warmth and nostalgia, yet couldn’t dispel the unease that lingered in the air.
She heard a growl behind her. She turned and noticed a dog creeping up on her. Would he bite her? He sounded menacing and continued to growl. She didn’t move. She didn’t want to startle him into attacking her. She relaxed as he sat beside her, happy to sit there and wait with her. She wondered briefly who he belonged to. Perhaps he belonged to the old caretaker who sat at the guardhouse at the opening to the cemetery. She went back to reading and waiting, trying to forget that she was sitting alone in the cemetery except for the dog beside her.
She heard an engine as a truck pulled into the cemetery and headed back to where she was waiting. The driver stopped, got out, and he and his helper started to lift the heavy tombstone out of the back of the truck. They placed it at the top of her mother’s grave. They didn’t say a word to her and left quickly once the stone was placed.
Something odd was going on here. They seemed almost spooked. Had they also felt her mother’s presence like she did? She was almost certain she was here with her today while she waited for the headstone. Now that it was here, she could leave.
“Goodbye, Mom!” she said before hopping into her car and speeding out of the cemetery as fast as she could.
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