Prompt du Jour
Ruminations Upon A Tombstone
The name, another name, and a couple of dates.
Once Upon a Time
I know it’s wrong to start with the mother of all clichés, but at least it wasn’t a dark and stormy night.
A Grave Situation
I don’t frequently visit cemeteries. Unlike my parents I’m not one to regularly place flowers on a grave site. Why would I? The only people there are those that were. They’re not anymore.
Occasion might bring me to stand at the spot where the body was buried but I don’t talk to them, or more accurately speak into the emptiness. Where would my words land but on earth and concrete? If by chance there actually really was someone listening, what could I say that they might hear or take into account?
It’s not as though I could ever expect a real answer. I don’t mistake word-like noises made by the wind blowing through the trees, or the sudden appearance of a birds are signs of anything other than my imagination, likely mixed with a large dose of wishful thinking.
Money, Money
More than anything gravestones are monuments to greed, or maybe hubris.
