For my US chums, Happy Independence day (or happy traitors day as I “jokingly” call it).
Another 100 word fiction exercise for today, not at all related to the posting date. If you missed an earlier post on 100 word fiction, the three rules are as follows:
- It must be 100 words or less.
- The prompt will be mentioned after the story.
- It must be written in under 30 mins and then it goes up onto a post as is, with no additional editing allowed, no pondering on it for a day or more.
The Familiar path
It was cold, it was grey, and water dripped from worn stone. George stepped but carefully, on a well trodden path, over flat faded tombstones almost indecipherable from the path, and around standing tombstones, of names long gone but not forgotten.
George had trodden this route over a hundred times, in fact over a hundred years. There were less plots then, and clearer words. Rounding a large over hung oak tree, George stopped, held both wings of a nearby Angel, and pulled. Facing the open box he climbed in, and was sure to close the lid behind him.
Prompt: a Graveyard (near where I grew up).
Lexicon word of the day: Polysexual.