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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Other / Not Listed
- Published: 06/27/2021
Three mini stories
Born 1960, F, from San Antonio Texas, United StatesA ghostly image of a soldier stood in the background, the scent of lilac's filled the air even though it was winter.
A Mother with a babe in her arms stood by a gravesite. Lilacs were the flowers her husband had given her before he left for war. So she felt his presence.
She whispered, "Father this is your son. Son this is your Father. He was awarded the Medal of Honor posthumously."
"He sacrificed his life to save others." She will miss him but she will not let his memory die. Now they are alone but will survive.
I vaguely hear someone say, “We are here at the Cemetery. I open my eyes, what do I see Ghosts to my left, Ghosts to my right. Ghosts in front, where am I? Who am I?
Ghosts all around, How did I get here, where am I? Who am I?
I look at my hand, what is this, what do I see?
Oh Me I can’t see myself, am a Ghost? But who am I?
I look at the Tombstone is says
”Beloved Wife, beloved Mother
beloved Grandmother.”
I lay down into the coffin.
I ask, “Where to now?”
I had been feeling sad and lonely. I decided to go back and visit my childhood home. When I arrived, my sister, mother, and brother were sitting at the kitchen table having a meal.
My Father said, “Open your eyes! The World you see is not real, it is a barren wasteland. The sky is dark with pollution!”
I asked, “Daddy what’s happened?” he said, “It’s the keepers. They make us see what we wish to see. But it’s all a lie. They keep us like cattle, to breed for labor and food.”
My Dad reiterated, “Open your eyes!”
Three mini stories(Shirley Smothers)
A ghostly image of a soldier stood in the background, the scent of lilac's filled the air even though it was winter.
A Mother with a babe in her arms stood by a gravesite. Lilacs were the flowers her husband had given her before he left for war. So she felt his presence.
She whispered, "Father this is your son. Son this is your Father. He was awarded the Medal of Honor posthumously."
"He sacrificed his life to save others." She will miss him but she will not let his memory die. Now they are alone but will survive.
I vaguely hear someone say, “We are here at the Cemetery. I open my eyes, what do I see Ghosts to my left, Ghosts to my right. Ghosts in front, where am I? Who am I?
Ghosts all around, How did I get here, where am I? Who am I?
I look at my hand, what is this, what do I see?
Oh Me I can’t see myself, am a Ghost? But who am I?
I look at the Tombstone is says
”Beloved Wife, beloved Mother
beloved Grandmother.”
I lay down into the coffin.
I ask, “Where to now?”
I had been feeling sad and lonely. I decided to go back and visit my childhood home. When I arrived, my sister, mother, and brother were sitting at the kitchen table having a meal.
My Father said, “Open your eyes! The World you see is not real, it is a barren wasteland. The sky is dark with pollution!”
I asked, “Daddy what’s happened?” he said, “It’s the keepers. They make us see what we wish to see. But it’s all a lie. They keep us like cattle, to breed for labor and food.”
My Dad reiterated, “Open your eyes!”
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