Challenge
100 Words of Fiction: September
Use exactly 50 words to write a prose work of any kind. No graphic 18+ material, please. I will try to comment on all entries, and good writing to everyone!
Memory
Memory is the fog of fall, never shrouded enough for me to forget.
Memory is a landscape of the hands too afraid to make fists.
Memory is a tall smokestack bleeding out ghosts.
Memory is a needle hidden within dandelion roots.
Memory is a wishbone rattling inside the altar box.
But, the fog tells me that letting your memory go would be desecration.
I am the sole living guardian, and I hold vigil for the gentle person you murdered with sharp claws and barred teeth.
So I hold your memory within the cradle of autumns embrace.
And honour the dead.
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