Every Wednesday Riley Wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt challenging writers to create a 100-word story, poem, or whatever works for you. After posting your work on your blog, go back to her site and add your link on her Friday Fictioneers post. Place. Page.
Give it a shot. I prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind either way. Not everyone has the time to sit and write, revise, edit, revise, edit, etc. until getting it down to 100 and telling everything you want to tell. I know it’s only Wednesday, but everyone else seems to be in such a rush, so…
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Image by Liz Young
Stone
A wrinkled man with sparse, gray hair stood with his arms behind him, head lowered, jaw tight. Beside him were his three children but not his wife.
“What a mess. The bench is behind the stone, not in front. Stupid.”
He kicked the ground.
“Can somebody get a rake? Maybe clean up a little?”
He inhaled, exhaled, scratched his chin.
“The stone is crooked,” he barked. “Is that so hard to get it right? Who’s in charge of this place?”
As silently as they had arrived, the children walked away, leaving their father behind.
“And they spelled my name wrong!”
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When it started, you were supposed to think it was the wife who had died and was buried. My goal is for you to get to the end and realize you have to reevaluate everything you had just read. Hopefully, it worked.
brainsnorts inc. 
Ooooòoo ghostly visitor… seems like even in death he is never happy
he’s a complainer. his wife had no interest in visiting his grave, but his children showed up. even in death, he’s still complaining. thanks for stopping by.
I think the groundskeeper of that graveyard is in for a haunting 🙂
good point. i hadn’t thought about that. thanks for stopping by.
It seems that someone is in for trouble. Glad I am not the sone mason.
he’ll get his revenge eventually. thanks for stopping by.
Oh I have a feeling that the children had heard a great deal while he was alive… too bad for him now.
yep. luckily – and unluckily – for them, things will be more quiet. thanks for stopping by.
I’ve heard of grumpy old curmudgeons, but this is the first dead one I’ve met.
it doesn’t seem that anyone is all that sorry to see him gone. thanks for stopping by.
Oh, you naughty little man, changing the story in the last like that. Hehehe. Good twist.
been a long time since i’ve been called naughty. too long. thanks for stopping by. come again. and again.
I love this guy! His complaints are completely valid. Sad that his wife didn’t visit but she probably had more than enough of his complaints – justified or not – while he was alive. :o)
I love him as a character, but I am not sure if I could put up with him as a relative. I’m glad it worked for you. Thanks for stopping by.
It worked for me.
Great. Thanks very much for stopping by.
https://polldaddy.com/js/rating/rating.jsAnother brilliant ghost story in response to this week’s prompt! Loved it.
Thanks for your kind words and for stopping by.
My pleasure!
Geez, I hate to think of being miserable for all eternity!
I’m sure you won’t be. Thanks for stopping by.
Some people are never happy unless they’re complaining. Good take!
You are right; I am in a rush – even disabled, not working (40 hours a week), or being gone all the time – I still do not seem to have the time to do what I want when I want to.
I may yet take back up the 100 challenge. I certainly enjoyed it.
Glad to see you entering my field of view. Missed you a bit.
Scott
PS- loved the entry!
Hey Rich! I’m doing a rare step into fiction, so I thought you may be interested. https://afrankangle.wordpress.com/2017/07/02/on-a-footprints-challenge/ … Meanwhile, CC has left for HLN, but I imagine you are happy Brooke remains.
I love the idea for this exercise; it sounds too fun to even call it that! Hope to see more great writing from you soon
Thanks. Not sure why but didn’t see this until now