This is my 32nd Friday Fictioneers in a row. I love doing them and I like the challenge of coming up with a unique story every week. Still, I keep thinking I need a break from blogging for a while. I was planning on doing it next week, since I have a big Korean test coming up, but I think I’ll hold off for a while. Blogging is addictive, I tell you. Also, last week I got nailed with a cold for a couple of days, so I apologize that I could not read as many of the other Fictioneers stories as I would have liked.
The Devil Guards My Wife
The infernal laugh of thunder presided over her funeral. I stood far off with a fistful of wilted posies as strangers said incantations over my wife’s casket and lowered her into hell’s clammy grip.
I never saw her body. They said she fell down the stairs of the Manor while carrying linens. I nodded and didn’t believe a word.
I don’t care now about talk of rituals up there at night, and of rumors that almost froze my blood.
But that goat won’t leave. I’d kill it but I’m too scared. So I say a prayer and keep my posies.