It can be no coincidence that the prompt on 11/11 should be a cemetery, but what struck me in this week’s prompt from J Hardy Carroll were the white figures, and for some reason they reminded me of Melanie. This story is not reliant on you having met her before, but if you want to meet her again, check out the rest of the Melanie tagged posts.
Last week’s concrit subgroup was great – I look forward to your stories and critiques again this week.
And, after reading, if you’re wondering what happened on 14 November 1940, click here.
13 November 2015
After the ceremony, Sophia and Mel ran into the graveyard and threw spare confetti onto a headstone.
“They should have more respect,” I heard an elderly guest mutter.
“Where are the parents?” her husband agreed.
Here I am, I replied silently, picking up our coats and wishing my wife were here. I’ve always thought the dead would enjoy the proximity of children, but for appearance’s sake, I approached the girls.
“Look, Daddy,” Mel pointed to the petal-strewn grave. “It’s their wedding day too!”
Married 13 November 1940. Died 14 November 1940. For the briefest time in life, and for eternity.