Our church worships at the altar of the Unholy Trinity. Its gospels are delivered as a trio of dark drabbles, linked so that Three become One. All hail the power of the Three.
Her will’s specific. Proper burial or no inheritance. Isaac stares at the coffin being lowered into the grave, a lone mourner. The priest drones on but departs quickly. The pall bearers give him a strange look, uncertain of his request but happy to take his bribe.
Cassandra had been a bitch and an actual witch throughout their loveless marriage. He believed in her wicked power.
She’d cursed him on her deathbed. An oath to dig herself out from the grave and carve out his heart.
However, he’d ensured the coffin was placed upside down. A dreadful fate for Australia…. eventually.
Dinner for two at the cemetery. I never forget special occasions.
I’d lost her two years ago. She faded away; a bright candle guttering, laughter diminishing. Then she was gone. Emptiness.
I returned to her grave often, birthdays and anniversaries especially; sitting by the gravestone, two meals laid out.
She never joins me.
Eventually I leave, nothing left at the grave side but love and flowers.
It became too much. I took the poison, asking to be buried next to her on Valentine’s day, a picnic meal placed in my coffin.
The invite’s there. It only needs you my love.
I take justified pride in my undertaking vocation, never shirking from cadaver restoration. Getting them looking as ‘alive’ as possible. Their loved ones deserve the comfort of seeing the body at its best.
Many relatives comment ‘they look like they’re only sleeping’; a testament to my expertise.
They’re correct in their admiration, and it infuriates me when I take my creations to crematoriums or cemeteries and the world is deprived of my artistry.
I now hang my finer works of art in a private fridge, disposing of an empty coffin.
With a warm coat, I admire my artistry for hours.
Martin P. Fuller
Martin P. Fuller is just the west of 60 and trying to enjoy a semi-retirement from being a law enforcement officer for over thirty-four years. He works part time delivering cars for a rental company and endeavors to join as many writing classes as time and finances allow. He lives in a small terrace cottage in Menston, Yorkshire England.
It was because of these writing classes that he started gain the courage to submit his work for publishing. He prefers darker stories especially if he can affix a twist in story although he has dabbled in some comedy and poetry pieces.
So far, he has had work printed in self-produced anthologies from writing groups but hopes for a story to appear in October in an anthology published by comma press. He is hopeful that people will like the twists and turns of his dark mind. Either that or recommend serious therapists!
- Taking Submissions: Timeworn Literary Journal - April 23, 2019
- Taking Submissions: Shut Down Strangers & Hot Rod Angels - April 23, 2019
- Taking Submissions: Retro Horror - April 22, 2019
- Taking Submissions: Fairytale Dragons - April 22, 2019
- Trembling With Fear 04/21/2019 - April 21, 2019
- Taking Submissions: Recognize Fascism - April 19, 2019
- Video Refresh: First Draft Blues - April 19, 2019
- The Unholy Trinity: The Old Man - April 19, 2019
- Taking Submissions: DreamForge Magazine - April 18, 2019
- Taking Submissions: Organic Ink: Volume Three - April 18, 2019