Saturday, January 30, 2010

Kindred

Here's a not-quite-Three-Word-Wednesday story. The words were Grieve, Beacon and Kindred. I got one word in the story, one in the title and the last is left implied.



They told her it wasn’t a normal way to grieve. She stretched out on her brother’s grave, languishing in the grass. Last year it was dirt. The feel of the cold grass under her back reminded her of days when she and Rick played under the big tree; there was one like it in the cemetery. She liked to put her feet on his gravestone, the smooth cold rock cooled her soles. Sometimes she traced his name with her big toe. She read him her favorite books; once a whole novel. She was there all day and her parents came there even though they hated coming there and demanded she get in the car, it was late. She left the book on the stone and said she’d be back soon.

6 comments:

Andy Sewina said...

Love these kind of stories, I bet it chilled his soul too!

Tumblewords: said...

Excellent use of the prompt (2) words and the implied (1). :) A great read, I feel it.

Stan Ski said...

People grieve in different ways.

Scott Clawson said...

A nice read............her grieving showed love for her brother, very nice.

ThomG said...

Really enjoyed this, Nikki. Sort of the same vein as my piece, but from another perspective.

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