Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week’s cool prompt is supplied by Kathryn Forbes, perhaps a relative of our exalted host.
I went to a predictably dark place.
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I am bored.
It is really dull being dead.
I am stuck inside this sacrof, safroca, em, coffin, a big stone thing, not a lot of room to move about.
Did I not tell everyone when I was alive that I was claustrophobic, yet they still just bung me into this wretched box?
And I am not allowed out, that is one of the rules.
There are lots of rules when you are dead, I bet you didn’t know that.
Like, for instance, I can’t tell anyone about what happens when you die, about the light and the tunnel and the clouds and everything, none of that stuff.
And I can’t just nip out for a bit of haunting, there’s a few folk I could cheerfully scare into a change of undergarments, I can tell you!
Not even just a wee look round, maybe pop in on the pretty girl next tomb down, might be nice.
But no, stay put until you are told, or else.
I can’t tell you what or else means, that’s against the rules too, but it sounds quite hellish.
Ah well, I better just relax.
At least it will soon be Hallowe’en.