A white pasty - coloured skeleton climbed the last three feet out of the grave. Covered in clay and soil and insects it stood beside the tombstone. Rain poured incessantly and found its way through the eye sockets and gave the appearance of tears on the skull.
It was three o' clock on New Year's Eve in a remote disused cemetery.
Beside its grave stood an old tree withered by a harsh winter.
The hands of the skeleton traced the name on the stone and a look of despair crossed its boney countenance.
Something stirred deep inside its residual consciousness.
What was death if it could think? The flesh had abandoned its existence. Betrayed the white chalk -coloured bones.
A fire glowed close by and the skeleton was drawn to the heat and orange-yellow flames. A dog lay beside the fire and looked up wagging a curious tail. The skeleton picked the dog up and together they sat by the fire. Gradually the fire petered out as the dog fell asleep.
Placing the dog down the skeleton felt a pang of loneliness and looked around. A horse was tethered not far off and seemed unperturbed by the presence of a living skeleton.
As the horse looked on at the skeleton, the wind cried its most mournful lament and blew its breath upon the skeleton.
At that moment the skeleton leaped onto the horse and galloped into the darkness.
Where would it ride to if not another destiny or another world?
The moon broke free from amongst the clouded skies. It was too late as its pale glimpse could not see what had occurred.
Only the sound of the wind remained and echoes of a horse galloping into the distant past.
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Weird Reads
PuisiPoems & Prose to read when your coffee is on the brew. A mixture of the light and dark in life. Strange writing from the pen of a weird mind. Caution advised before reading.
