More Than Nearly Dearly Departed
A single dawn before
the anticipated
day of her departure ..
He stumbled
upon his own shadow
sifting through
her drawers like some
dark villain
in a cheap B movie ..
Then he noticed
in a broken mirror
that both her
knees were bruised
and bleeding ..
As was her right cheek
and left shoulder
and there, before his
very eyes ..
Part hid, beneath the
rough thrown
sackcloth cover, she
had been
folded up like some
discarded
envelope and left there
all alone to die
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Author:
Neville (
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A shudder of a read knowing how familiar this scene is in many countries - - girls kidnapped for sex are in constant danger and you tell it well here my friend........x
A thoughtful write N.
Thank you Mr. O
This leaves so much to the readers imagination. All of the "Who, What, When, Where, and Why" questions go unanswered. The reader is free to construct the scene however they choose. To me it reads like a crime scene with the narrator as a detective, but I'm probably incorrect. It can be so many different things. One cannot help feeling sad for her? or whatever is encompassed in your "she" describer. Makes one wonder, what is the rest of the story? - Phil A.
A gentleman never tells but one day .. we shall have to wait and see .............. thanks a bundle Phil
A telling read - left to the reader to interpret - nice one Neville.
Thanking you kindly Michael .. Neville
Don't want to interpret, Nev - I want freedom from ambiguity.... apart from that....
Her name was Miriam a detained patient at a large Victorian and now largely demolished psychiatric hospital, unlawfully killed by a male patient .. both buried withing the hospital chapel grounds .. the chapel is still in use but by a different denomination to the one it was originally intended for ..
Thanks for that, Nev. Appreciated.
Very emotive words Neville.
Andy
I am indeed, deeply indebted Andy
I mimic the shudder of our dear Fay
'haunting' to say the least
when i was younger, detective horror mysteries
were my reading genre of choice
till, I got older
and that fantastic premise, visited
my everyday
like that bone chilling, slap
of winter's winds
delivered, during Spring's
April shower, reality...
(laud the humanity and tenderness
aside the crass, matter of fact
hard-hitting, 'wake up call' wording)
deftly executed, Hyung
just sad, such a write
will always be necessary
ALWAYS!
thank you brother Mek .. sickening, isn't it
That is the worst way to die that I can imagine! Evocative write but I see now it's a true story....well done! x
you are indeed spoiling this old fella today ma'am, but between you n me .. he likes it 🙂 x
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