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Headstones as far as the eye can see (Friday Fictioneers)

November 13, 2015


It was peaceful. It didn’t make it any more palatable but somehow the peace was soothing in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Surrounded by headstones I walked further into the field. A field of dead. Such an ugly business was war. Many years after it seems so pointless and sad. I have such respect for their sacrifice. My Poppa doesn’t talk about it. My ancestors were there in the first one too. I want to touch the headstones and whisper I’m sorry.

I hear a thump, and a groan.

It seems not everyone is dead.



As this is Friday 13th I thought I would add a little scare.

And the 11th (when Rochelle posted the prompt) is Australia’s Remembrance Day. So it seemed fitting.

Word count: 99

This is a Friday Fictioneers prompt

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  1. Stefan Keys permalink

    Wait isn’t today the 12th?

  2. It is spooky – the thump and a groan!


  3. micklively permalink

    Saved by the bell?
    Good piece.

  4. Solo, a nice combo with the tribute and the scare! You are so clever. Cemeteries always feel a bit unsettling to me.

  5. uh-oh.
    I think there’s trouble brewing – and I don’t think the thump is from a rabbit, and besides rabbits don’t groan. At least not in my area. Not even Harvey, the Rabbit.


  6. gahlearner permalink

    It starts out so peaceful, and then… spooky! Great twist.

  7. Dear Solo

    A rather chilling twist at the end.



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