Wednesday's Three Word Wednesday

The words over at Three Word Wednesday are beacon, grieve and kindred.

Graveside
She grieves at my graveside.
I know I shouldn’t watch – I should got to the light and all that – but it fascinates me so to be the observer in death that I couldn’t be in life.
Like the touching tribute from the guys when they poured a fifth of Scotch on the fresh, unturned hump of my grave.
Only, not my brand.
Or my sister, a beacon in my life, the inspiration for my career, waiting for the quiet emptiness of dusk to scream obscenities at my temporary headstone. Apparently, I was as much a fuck-up in life as I am in death.
Good to know.
She waited a full week after the funeral to come back. My kindred spirit in life. My lover, my one true friend.
As much as she tried, she just couldn’t quite silence the demons who whispered incessantly in my ears to make things easier on everybody and just fade away.
She tosses a plastic-wrapped bouquet of daisies into the dirt and takes an unfiltered Camel from a wrinkled pack. She lights it quick with my Zippo – at least it’ll be put to good use – pushes her black skirt between her knees and squats over raw earth. She scratches her ear while rolling the cigarette in her lips and tilts her head in earnest study of individual dirt clods.
She falls to her knees, swings wildly at the dirt with delicate fists.
When she’s punched herself out, she turns and flops her back onto the grave. She’s watching leaves flutter in the wind, taking huge drags on the cigarette.
Surprisingly, she breaks out into an immense smile.
Did not see that coming.

Comments

anthonynorth said…
An excellent ending. Very nicely done.
Andy Sewina said…
Yeah, this is cool flash! Love the ending, she really did like it on top, perhaps.

got line 2
incessant?
I'm thinking she finally felt better and that's why she smiled. Nothing like kneeling and then lying on fresh dirt.

Great read.
Jay R. Thurston said…
Pulls the reader right in, very interesting piece!
Stan Ski said…
The ending gets me thinking...
trixie said…
i really really enjoyed that. its all sorts of deep and colorful. your intensely descriptive and it created really sick visuals for me when i was reading it. bravo.
lissa said…
I like the descriptions and quite a cast of characters especially the sister screaming obscenities
Jeeves said…
The twist in the end. Like it!
Angel said…
Leaves you wondering!
Crybbe666 said…
Thom, there is a very cool feel to this piece. The sister was a wonderful creation, and the lover reminded me of someone from a Chandler novel. Great job!
Ann (bunnygirl) said…
I've often wondered if the dead hang around to watch, and if not, why not. (I have my theories.)

Nicely done.
Larry said…
hmmmmm great absolutely great I love coming here and reading your writtings thom it's always interesting always interesting.


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Lilibeth said…
Whimsical and intense at the same time.
Tumblewords: said…
Well done! I've decided not to hang around but head right out for the light or whatever. :) Interesting story.
Dee Martin said…
Maybe she didn't have a cement mixer... THIS was awesome! That ending. Man I want to know what she was thinking! Her thoughts are writing stories in my brain.
Anonymous said…
I didn't see it coming either! A great perspective!

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J. S. Clawson said…
The sister made me laugh out loud! Typical. Great story. :-)
nice pov with this.
Lou said…
You managed to make this fresh and escape the cliches. Great details. Enjoyed.
Jen said…
This is an amazing story. I kind of adore it. The detail of his sister waiting to yell, the smile at the end... great piece. Thank you very much for sharing it.
Daily Panic said…
forever wondering what thoughts are crossing her mind. The ending is just juicy.
mazzz in Leeds said…
Ooh, very good ending!
I liked the little details of the different reactions, and the wrong brand of whisky!

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