The Visits

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Two women talking near a gravestone. What a strange place to meet --- for a chat.

Submitted: June 06, 2016

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Submitted: June 06, 2016



The young woman walked around the corner of the very large standing gravestone and shed a little tear as she started to move away.

"Where are you going Lillie?" A soft and gentle voice was heard asking.

"They say that I should not encourage these little chats," the young woman replied.

"Come now Lillie, stay with me a little longer. I get lonely, you should know that. And I miss you," said the soft and gentle voice.

Lillie sat down and put her back against the gravestone; then she asked, "What do you want to talk about Mom?"

Then Mom continued, "Oh, I do not know. How are things with you --- are you doing better now?"

"Better, as compared to what?" Lillie questioned.

"Well, you know, you never seem to want to talk about it, and I was just wondering."

"I do not want to talk about it because it was all so unexpected, so sudden like. What is the point in going over the whole thing again, Mom?

Mom replied, "No, I was not talking about that when I asked you if you were doing better now. I meant, have you gotten used to being dead?"

Lillie rolled her eyes towards heaven and faded away.

Mom walked around the side of the gravestone, asking, "Lillie, honey, are you still here?" Then she faded away.


D. Thurmond / JEF  ---  06-04-2016

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