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The Family Crypt

A walk in the snow

By F. Anne FischerPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
Photo taken in Montmartre Cemetery

Delia felt the chill creeping up her legs as she crunched through the snow-covered cemetery next to her fiancé. She was cold as the grave, and shivered inside the coat that he had placed lovingly around her shoulders

“Where are we going?” She asked, feeling her bones rattling as she shivered

“To your family crypt. We’re almost there”

“In the middle of a blizzard”


She shivered along beside him. She had gotten so thin, she felt like the wind was whistling through her. Finally they arrived, and she watched as he unlocked the heavy iron door.

“I still don’t understand. Why are we here?”

He smiled sadly as he led her inside.

“Because you got out again”

sad poetry

About the Creator

F. Anne Fischer

F. Anne Fischer is a biochemist by day, and author, poet, and dragon collector at night. She lives in Czechia with her very opinionated cat, Agatha, and visits the local castles as often as possible.

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  • Isa Ottoni3 months ago

    Wow! That was lovely and powerful and haunting! Absolutely brilliant.

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