They hadn’t meant to forget them, but that’s exactly what they did. Out of sight slowly became out of mind. It wasn’t their fault, life in the small village of Benenden had been difficult following the scourge of the dreadful flu. Slowly the years turned to decades, the family grew and new progenies were born to etch the family name across the sands of time.
They were proud of their off-springs, they had done well for themselves. But Albert and Edna couldn’t help feeling forgotten in their shallow graves deep in the woods. They longed to have their memories honoured, to hear stories told about the life they had lived before the dreadful flu. To have someone tend their graves shame they couldn’t simply lure their off-springs to them, nature resisted such interference.
Perhaps the day wasn’t so far-off any more. George had brought news of an interesting sort, a new developer had made a bid for the land and his last name was Ashworth. They would wait and see, they hoped he would aid their course but if not well…..
In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy. The photograph was provided and we are challenged to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.
Thanks Joy for hosting and thanks Sonya O. for the photograph.
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