Mourners clad in black stood near the plot; eyes cast downward. A dour priest intoned meaningless words, unheard platitudes. Your casket—gleaming mahogany topped with blood red roses, still above ground—beckoned me. What was life without you? Nothing. With a creak, they lowered you into the pit. “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust” and my fist unclenched, a handful of graveyard dirt pattering atop your final resting place.
That night, I returned and rested my head on the ground. Tears dropped, darkening the soil.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you too,” you said.
Or so, I imagined.
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N.J. Gallegos
Howdy! I’m an ER doc who loves horror, especially with a medical bent. Voted most witty in high school so I’m like, super funny. First novel coming out in Fall 2023! Follow me on Twitter @DrSpooky_ER.
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this is so sad 😭
Sad. I love your imagery though.