Friday, 3 August 2018

Graveyard by marge. Flash Fiction.

                                                
At dawn, the graveyard is alive with birds and small animals, which are

eating and scampering. Hoping they can avoid their predators. “In the

midst of life there is death” for the unlucky, or unwary.



Midday finds the graveyard alive with people passing through, en route

to Railway Station, shops, and Doctors. The dog walkers, leaving

deposits, they really should clear up.



As day progresses into evening, the graveyard becomes populated by

teenage drinkers, sex seekers, drug takers and dealers doing deals..



Bird and animal life settle down as darkness descends. Quiet stillness

takes over. This is the time for the dead to reclaim their territory,

tonight, gaining a new member. The body of a teenage girl is left

behind an elaborate Headstone, raped, strangled lying in a spreading

pool of blood.

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