Peace at Last

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…

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Bit embarrassing this, with Dog sniffing around William Booth. At least he didn’t cock… a snook!

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The Bostock’s were menagerists, hence the lion, one of their exhibits.

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Whoever was here, I think they’ve escaped….

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

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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15 Responses to Peace at Last

  1. Charli Mills says:

    In Mary’s recollection of what her father called her, his “perfect angel” one can sense a wave of guilt. How awful to be separated as twins; one kept and the other discarded. I’m so curious to understand why and meet this mystery twin.

    You and Dog on a double-dog dare! Excellent! Those gravestones are rich with age and information…and the escapee? Any idea who that was? Look at the green moss stains, the ivy! Oh what a rambling place of nature and bones. Thank you for the excursion!

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  3. The best reason I know for not using flash is all the scare stories about hacks and zero-day exploits. I mean; what if someone were to hi-jack my photograph while I was taking it? I’d rather go with high ISO and take my chances with noise!

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  4. Hahaha! 😀 “Whoever was here, I think they’ve escaped….” Looks that way. You have such amazing cemeteries over there–I’m envious. Love the continuation, as always, of Mary’s story. I don’t know how you tie it into the prompt every week but it’s awesome. Looking forward to more…

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    • TanGental says:

      Thanks. Yes, these cemeteries are brilliant. I must get round more! As for the flash, in a way, now I have so many strands there’s always something to work on. And your comments a re much appreciated.

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  5. Norah says:

    Interesting post. The escapee might turn up in an orb somewhere.
    The flash is great. I’m curious about Katherine. Interesting they were separated at birth. I wonder why? How? And Mary her father’s “perfect angel”? I’m not sure she felt it. Did she? You are always creating these wonderful twists that raise so many questions and then provide interesting answers that raise even more questions.

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  6. Maybe they’ve become one of the undead or in the orb as Norah suggested.
    Can’t wait to see how different…….

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