by George

Today I exhumed your body to see if I could breathe life into something long dead and buried. Part of me expected to find you in the perfect form you worked so hard to maintain and preserve. Instead I found you decomposed and unattractive. I examined you like a coroner with only scientific fascination, then realized how upset you would be to have anyone see you in this fashion. So I wrapped you in green moss, tucked Mr. Henry under your left arm, laid Anne of Green Gables open on your chest, and returned you to the ground. I suppose I could have cremated you and put you to rest on the same wind that blew me into life, but was afraid a gust might carry you back ‘round.


George is writing to relieve the pressure in her head, because the Advil isn’t working, and a gun is out of the question. She is the author of Christmas Eve 2007.


Leatherdykeuk said...

Excellent 6! I loved the touch of the book on her chest.

Adam J. Whitlatch said...

I agree. A very nice touch. Well done.

Isn't it ironic that the Verification Word for this comment is "tears"?

Joe said...

This is an excellent one.Very well executed, so to speak. My word verification wasn't exciting. It was only izdxgi. LOL. I look forward to more of your stories, George.

Kristen said...

I really like this. The ending in particular.

Madam Z said...

Yes, decomposition is "unattractive." Next time go the cremation route, but bury the ashes.