PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
There was stillness everywhere. Not a ripple could be seen as the vast expanse of water rested with a magnificent equipoise. Winter had stripped the trees of leaves making them mute sentinels. The aesthetically designed view point itself was empty with the benches placed inside patiently waiting for visitors who would never arrive.
The man and his wife who were wafting between windows were also exercises in utter stealth. Not only were they unseen, they were the very reason for the stillness. Since the time they were murdered in the watch tower 13 years ago, they were every visitor’s nemesis.
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This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE
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Is it true that the souls of the dead never leave the location of their murder.
Creepy. But I like how they waft 🙂
What a pity they drive all from such a beautiful place. I wonder what can put their souls to rest? Good story!
Thanks a lot!
You’re welcome, Venky!