Charli over at Carrot Ranch has been delving into men and mattresses. As you do. In classic fashion she takes us on a ride through wooded forests ending with a hunt for a cemetery and we end with this prompt.
October 21, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a final resting place. You can take any perspective that appeals to you from the historic to the horrific. Just don’t scare me too greatly. You can also choose to write about those buried before they came to their final rest. An extra challenge is to discover a story or character from a local cemetery. I double-dog dare you to join me with your own cemetery day!
You’ll note the double dare. Of course I went. Another post – carrying on my peregrinations around London on the Capital Ring – follows shortly with more of this but for now here are some images from Abney Cemetery near Stoke Newington, home of dissenters and non conformists such as the Booths (who founded the Salvation Army) and Daniel Defoe of Robinson Crusoe fame. The quality is poor because the light was going. Why didn’t I use flash? For the same reason heroines don’t turn on the lights when they go into the basement…
I have always enjoyed a good cemetery though I don’t have either the passion or forensic skill at research evidenced by Charli.
And for my flash I have cheated and the ‘final resting place’ means something else. We are currently following Mary North and her half brother to Ireland in search of Mary’s long lost twin from whom she was separated at birth.
At last. At rest.
Jerry stopped the cab. ‘Don’t be shocked.’
‘About Katherine. She’s different.’
Rupert gripped Mary’s hand, whether for his or her comfort she didn’t know.
‘She’s had a hard time. Fostered several times, adopted twice.’
Rupert sounded angry. ‘Why?’
Jerry pulled a face. ‘No one’s fault, she was born like it. It was long ago, across the sea.’ He shrugged.
Mary stared at the rain on the windscreen, her father’s words echoing down the years. ‘My perfect angel.’ Was that why they kept her, not Katherine?
‘She found a final resting place with my grandparents.’
For a full catch with Mary, try here