Rigor mortis had already set in, but I managed to wrestle her fingers open.

The hand writing was smudged and illegible in places, but it was evidence enough.

Evidence that this friend of mine was not beloved by everyone, No tip of the hat, no kiss of the ring.

Just a knife to the heart, we trick ourselves into thinking that we are immortal. Not true.

What this fine lady had written on the crumpled...

Rigor mortis had already set in but she managed to pry the piece of paper from the victims cold, lifeless hand.

She looked into his eyes, saw how they were cloudy and grey, like a sky on a stormy night. She felt like he was watching her, judging her. “Pardon, Monsieur” she whispered, genuinely remorseful, as she heaved the knife out of his bloated chest. She began to walk down the streets of Fran...

Rigor Mortis has already set in but she managed to pry the piece of paper out of the victim’s cold, lifeless hand.

She didn’t know the whole story, she didn’t even know him. All she knew was that he was a friend and he was on her side. She wished she could remember him, and all the time she supposedly spent with him. She wished she could remember anything.

She looked down at t...

Finally! She would understand what was so important about this piece of paper. A paper that not only made her mom leave Petra and her father, but so important that her own mother died grasping it till the her last breathe. As she grasp the passer she realizes how old and dirty the paper is, she starts to unfold it and dust off the years. She lifts it to the light and before her very eyes a the pap...

Rigor Mortis had already set in but she managed to pry the piece of paper out of the victims cold lifeless hand. It was a note the words of which struck Lucille’s mind and shattered her fabric of reality sending her into a bout of madness.

She rolled around in the dirt maniacal laughter sounding from her deep red lips as the note was clutched tightly to her chest.

Her uncle Phinnias looked at h...

The tears flowed

Steadily as she bowed

her head in mourning.

No longer was her mother calling

her in for supper,

Telling her stories

Of the glory days.

No longer was her mother walking

along the path,

Wheelbarrow in hand as

the hawk soared above.

She was born from a family of farmers,

Hard working; back-breaking;

sweat soaked farmers.

Simple lives, changed.

Like birds in winter she mi...

I under-covered the paper and revealed a phrases attached with a small rusted key. The phrase said “Time shall follow to those who waited patiently. The answer to the family fortune is hidden near the grave.” I said my goodbyes to my devilish brother Marvin‘s lifeless body being wasted away in the rain.

When I finally got home, cleaned myself up and grab my rain coat to leave back out. I got in...

Hand set like stone

Body lying all alone

Paper stiff in his hand

Things obviously not gone as planned

Red eyes all bloodshot

With the paper she fought

A scrawl on the note

She pulled on her coat

She left the death site

Depressed she walked into the night

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