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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.

Hosted by Priceless Joy.

The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.

Graveyard ~ Flash fiction

Photo prompt is provided by Sonya O.


by John Yeo

The funeral was extraordinarily well attended, people had arrived from all over the world. This man was respected, loathed, loved and hated in many places-. Some arrived to make sure he was actually dead and to raise a glass in celebratory style. Others were genuinely sad as the deceased had been extraordinarily generous to those who were loyal to him. Six black horses led the cortège pulling an ornate carriage, members of the family and very close personal friends walked slowly behind as the procession made its way to the cathedral.
The media were there. This man was a wheeler and dealer who had a very sketchy history of violence and contrastingly of genuine charity to those in need. This death was news and news kept the media arenas in business.
My research led me to an overgrown cemetery in a well-to-do suburb of London. I blinked tears away as the reality of the neglect of a forgotten mogul became clear. How the mighty are fallen in the dust of fragmented memory.
Goodbye Great-Great-Grandfather.

(174 Words)

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16 thoughts on “FAMILY TREE

    • Francesca that sounds exactly right ~ I can picture the scene perfectly ~ Rodney leading the procession behind the six black horses ~ Sadly the sands of time………….Thanks for the lovely response ~

  1. A very poignant story, John. The idea of him being loved and hated in equal measure is probably true of so many influential people. The use of that wonderful quote at the end is incredibly effective – as is the final revealtion as to the narrator’s identity. Very well written. 🙂

  2. wonderful tale, John… ah yes, even the most respected or hated eventually become merely dust in a neglected cemetery..

    • Thanks Lori ~ The reality of our demise is something we can do nothing to alter. Live and enjoy the now, before the dust settles. Thanks for your supportive comment ~ 🙂

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