Friday Fictioneers: ‘Dust to Dust’

27 Jan

I thought I would get in early this week with my contribution to Friday Fictioneers.  The prompt, as usual, can be found on Rochelle’s website, and my story can be found below.

Dust to dust

In his teens, my father laboured to extract stone from the earth.  His shoulders browned beneath the unforgiving sun, sweat streamed down his spine, and dust swirled in his nostrils.

In his twenties, he shaped stone, birthing archways and entire buildings.

Barely middle-aged, he became sick; old and weak before his time.

A field of gravestones stretch before me.  These sculptural testaments to lives lived and lost rise proudly from the grass.  Each promises that memories will not fade.

“Earth to earth… dust to dust.”

Without his guidance, how will I be able to carve a stone that memorialises him?

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11 Responses to “Friday Fictioneers: ‘Dust to Dust’”

  1. Sandra January 27, 2016 at 10:41 pm #

    Poignantly presented.

    • mscwhyte February 1, 2016 at 8:27 pm #

      Thank you!

  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) January 27, 2016 at 11:30 pm #

    I think to continue such a legacy might be hard…

  3. athling2001 January 28, 2016 at 1:12 am #

    Nice description and ending. Which I guess is everything:) So good job!

  4. gahlearner January 28, 2016 at 1:56 am #

    Beautiful. I think the narrator can carve a beautiful memorial with words, stone isn’t always needed.

    • mscwhyte February 1, 2016 at 8:28 pm #

      I love the sentiment that memorials can be carved from different materials, including language!

  5. d3athlily January 29, 2016 at 7:30 am #

    What a poignant piece. I feel the longing from the first word, and the last line just punctuated it nicely. Well done!

    • mscwhyte February 1, 2016 at 8:28 pm #

      Thank you!

  6. charlypriest January 31, 2016 at 3:44 am #

    Very well written, great description

  7. Margaret February 1, 2016 at 4:46 pm #

    I like how you’ve carried the stone motif throughout the story. The tone of loss and longing is beautiful.

  8. patriciaruthsusan February 3, 2016 at 1:09 pm #

    Lovely tribute to those who left memorials behind but passed on earlier than they should have partly because of it. They actually suffered for their art. Well done, M.S. 🙂 — Suzanne

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