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In The Stillness

December 20, 2017

They also cry out… take up the struggle for us! Otherwise, we will have died in vain… we must speak for the voiceless and the oppressed!

like mercury colliding...

On this Solstice Eve, darkness drips through the bare branches of ancient trees. The moon hangs low, a thin crescent, barely there.

The last thoughts of the departed are etched on stone tomes; loving epitaphs, names, dates.

Can you hear them? The souls who linger here whisper in the stillness, “Remember me.”


52 words exactly for the final installment of Sacha Black’s 52 Weeks in 52 Words Writespiration flash fiction challenge. The theme: Write about the night you spent in a cemetery.

(I took the photo above during a Haunted Savannah tour a few summers ago. The air was electric and thick with souls longing for life.)

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