Things die. That’s what they do. They die and rot and new things grow. Benjamin put the bench on the grounds over the place he buried his wife because things that once lived here would one day start to die.
And she would live.
He knew the woman, black-hearted and proud, would find a way back.
That was the promise she made with her last breath.
He trekked for miles into the back-country. Dug the red clay deep and planted her coffin under a headstone he bought expecting questions.
None came.
He waited.
Until today.
Today things started dying.
Photo prompt courtesy of:
Liz Young
She’s on her way, I guess, this black-hearted woman. Good one.
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Good one!
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After I finished reading the story, the title made me laugh… thinking that Ben must’ve wrote it (in case she reads it). 😀
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Love the end… though chilling.
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Dear Bryan,
That’s quite a ‘loving’ tribute. Ominous and nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I wanted to hear more. Now I want to know if she came back and what happened. Nicely done
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Loving tribute indeed… I guess he was right!
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I kept thinking of the Allman Brothers song, “Black-hearted Woman.”
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She lies no more but stinks forever
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Thanks for the song clip. I’ve always loved their music.
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A good take on the FF prompt.
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Why is that only the black-hearted ones come back?
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He should have buried her in consecrated ground rather than the back country.
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Somehow I want to yell, “Run away! as fast as you can!”
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