by E. M. Eastick
The grown children greeted him cordially, curiously; a long-lost relative come to pay respects to their father, the family resemblance unmistakeable – a familiar stranger.
The widow paled and reached for the photo frame perched on the coffin. Every detail was the same: the hair, the clothes, the casual smile. She remembered the day, a week before their wedding. They were young, in love and shamefully naïve.
“How?” she whispered, conscious of her age-torn face.
“Forgive me, dear.” He smiled sadly and turned for the door.
In her hands, the picture faded. Tears streaked the glass of wasted years. “I do.”
Author bio: E. M. Eastick is an Australian writer of no-fixed form or genre, whose creative efforts have appeared in The Literary Hatchet, Space Squid, and many fine anthologies.
Regret is part of 101 Fiction issue 23.
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Monday, 10 June 2019
Sunday, 6 December 2015
Reclaimed
by E. M. Eastick
Thirty men had died in a mining explosion exactly ten years before. The widow laid the rose on her husband’s grave, but she didn’t notice the prick to her finger and drop of blood on the hot restless soil. Under the full moon, the first body clawed to the surface, the scent irresistible. Others followed, young men with hollow eyes, hungry for life stolen by the volatile earth.
The air hissed into vacant graves. The dirt filled its lungs with oxygen, and the coal seam ignited.
The bodies howled with haunted memories as the flames of destiny reclaimed their dead.
Author bio: E. M. Eastick was born and raised in northern Australia. She recently moved to Colorado after years of travelling and working as an environmental professional in Britain, Ireland, and the United Arab Emirates. Her creative efforts can be found in the Literary Hatchet, Splickety Prime, and Mad Scientist Journal.
Thirty men had died in a mining explosion exactly ten years before. The widow laid the rose on her husband’s grave, but she didn’t notice the prick to her finger and drop of blood on the hot restless soil. Under the full moon, the first body clawed to the surface, the scent irresistible. Others followed, young men with hollow eyes, hungry for life stolen by the volatile earth.
The air hissed into vacant graves. The dirt filled its lungs with oxygen, and the coal seam ignited.
The bodies howled with haunted memories as the flames of destiny reclaimed their dead.
Author bio: E. M. Eastick was born and raised in northern Australia. She recently moved to Colorado after years of travelling and working as an environmental professional in Britain, Ireland, and the United Arab Emirates. Her creative efforts can be found in the Literary Hatchet, Splickety Prime, and Mad Scientist Journal.
Reclaimed is part of 101 Fiction issue 10.
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