She complained constantly. “It’s like living in a funeral parlor. Flowers everywhere and all that ridiculously ugly gold crap. Hideous!”
Thankfully. Gran refused to change a thing.
Everything was old and kinda tacky but real. That’s what made it special. Her too. She was my safe place. A counter to mom’s incessant need to keep up with whatever was trending while claiming she was “keeping it real.”
So when I came home and found her cradling gran’s favorite gilded roses to her chest. I knew. I’d be keeping it real now. Like it or not.
Written for Friday Fictioners. Thanks for the photo Rochelle.
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Life’s been a bit crazed lately so it’s been awhile since I’ve written any flash fiction or contributed to Friday Fictioneers. So thanks to Rochelle for providing the great photo prompt and Haunted Wordsmith for the word prompt inspirations.
I didn’t plan a Part II but when the muse strikes …. You can find the original Cassie & Nessie here.
And now the story continues …
Not for the first time, Liam stared at Cassie and wondered if being in a coma was like dreaming.
Months had passed since they found her floating face-down in the Loch. And still no indication that she was ever going to surface again. Sad? Yes. But, really, probably for the best.
She had spent the past twenty years researching. Believing. And then the story broke.
Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr
She had been so angry.
Screaming at him. Accusing him of betraying her for money. Screeching really. It had NOT been attractive. Ugly really.
Earsplitting shrieking. “Nellie’s not a commodity. She’s not for sale!” So obsessed with that damn fish. So worried that the publicity would endanger Nessie.
And now. This.
It would break her heart.
Plus he couldn’t be sure she hadn’t seen him at the Loch that day.
She looked so lovely now. It really would be best if she never surfaced.
Thanks to Crimson’s Creative Challenge for providing the photo by Crispina Kemp. I’m not sure what the photo actually depicts but to me it was poor Nessie’s bones. (And it comes in at a tight 147 words.)
It finally arrived. I was scared that it wouldn’t get here in time for your birthday but it came on the train yesterday. Daddy will be angry but there’s nothing he can do about it now. When I saw our names together I fell to my knees. I love you so much. We talked so much about leaving this place. Being together. Going someplace where daddy couldn’t stop us. Then you left me. Alone. But daddy can’t stop us now. In death, we can be connected forever.
Till tomorrow my love.
Always Your Cora
This 99 words of completely unsubstantiated fiction (based on a real headstone) was written for Carrot Ranch’s FF challenge.
If you haven’t done so, check them out. Twas fun! Especially for this historian who loves to write about long-dead women!