Today’s post includes 6 daily writing prompts.
Fandango’s One Word Challenge. The word is plead.
The Three Things Challenge #739. The three words are eliminate, conquer, and overcome.
The Word of the Day Challenge. The word is mechanic.
The RagTag Community daily challenge. The word is serenity.
The Daily Spur daily challenge. The word is cemetery.
My Vivid Blog daily challenge. The word is alleviate.
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The singing of birds in the cemetery lulled me into a light sleep. A few yards away, a loud backfire from a truck trying to get started broke the serenity of the surrounding area. I jerked awake, overcome by fear and the uncertainty of where I was. I looked around, desperate to eliminate what had awakened me from my sleep state. I remembered my fear of cemeteries and wondered how I managed to conquer the fear enough to fall asleep and leave myself vulnerable to whatever I might be subjected to by being alone in a cemetery, of all places. However, I was not alone.
I became aware of someone pleading with another person at a tombstone a road away. “Please,” a woman said urgently into her cell phone, “I need a mechanic at the Shady Acres Cemetery. My truck won’t start, and I am stuck here.”
I shifted my position, trying to alleviate the stiffness in my joints from being in the same position for a while. I was surprised when I checked the time to realize I had been asleep for more than 30 minutes. My fears rose, and I didn’t want to be here. It was getting dark, and I didn’t like cemeteries at the best of times. I wondered where the delivery truck that was bringing my mother’s tombstone was. They were supposed to be here way before it got dark and the sun would set soon. This is the last place I wanted to be after dark. A truck rumbled into the cemetery and headed toward me. I was afraid it was the mechanic the other woman was waiting for, but they pulled up next to me and asked, “Is this the plot for Atkins?”
“Yes, I am waiting for my mother’s tombstone.”
“I got it right here. My partner and I will get it out and set up for you.”
“Thank you. I want to get out of here before it is dark.”
“No problem. This won’t take long.”
They set up the tombstone, and they left after I had signed the papers. Now, I could be on my way. I felt sorry for the woman still waiting for a mechanic to start her truck, but I wasn’t about to offer to stay with her. She was, after all, a stranger to me.
Tessa –
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Thanks for the inclusion Tessa.
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A great story for all those prompts. Pity theMC wasn’t chivalrous though, I’d always offer to help.
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Thank you Mason. I would have a hard time offereing to stay and be there in the cemetery after dark. I had to wait for my MIL head stone and I was reading a Stephen King book and was very entranced by the book that darkness snuck up on me and scared me half to death when they finally arrived just prior to the sun setting. There was no one with me and it was scary. I find cemeteries very scary personally. Different words would have caused a different story of course. I used my fear of cemeteries in the story I told.
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After reading a Stephen King I totally understand the need to get out and fast. Cemeteries have never been scary to me. Although I made one scary in my short story Saintless, that’s on my site, I included a collection of photos from the overgrown cemetery in that one.
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