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Funeral Linen Weaving
Genre: Murder Mystery
(393 words)
Joshua often wove funeral handkerchiefs. The linens collected
tears shed for the deceased. Dried petals of funeral bouquets were then wrapped
inside as a keepsake.
For a
particular funeral, Joshua received an order of ten such linen squares. While
the order was not unusual, thoughts of the deceased sent shudders through
Joshua’s body.
Seven
years earlier, neighbors had announced the birth of their son, Hasya, named for
the joy he brought into their lives. Shortly after Hasya’s seventh birthday, a
cry went up in the village. The boy had disappeared from the public playground.
Frantic, his mother alerted authorities. People searched the entire area but the
boy was not located. Several heartbreaking weeks later, the child’s body was
discovered deep in the woods.
For
that funeral, Joshua received a special request of one hundred handkerchiefs.
But the order of ten linen squares led to his uncharacteristic state of mind.
After
the funeral of Hasya, the village remained vigilant until the kidnapper was apprehended.
A woman living near the playground had taken the boy. She had suffered her
share of past sorrows, her greatest an inability to become pregnant. After her
husband deserted her, she hid from society.
The
woman locked Hasya in a back shed. The child refused food, languished, and
died. Panicked, she dragged the body far into the woods.
While
awaiting trial, she was repeatedly abused by prison guards and found herself
with child. The judge took this into consideration but upheld the life
imprisonment sentence. Once incarcerated, the woman refused food, as had her young
captive. She and the baby died during childbirth.
Joshua
spent the day weaving funeral linen. He resented each
turn of the loom. Into the ten handkerchiefs flowed bitter feelings for this
woman who had stolen Hasya’s life.
Few
people attended her wake. Four of the ten linens Joshua unleashed such venom
upon were distributed. Three were discarded on the mortuary lawn. Only one captured
sorrowful tears. Several dried rose petals were wrapped inside of that
handkerchief.
The
cloth lay in a dresser drawer for years, an unsuspecting culprit. The man who
had once been married to the murderess experienced ongoing bad luck. Finally, in
a drunken stupor, he fell during a rain storm and drowned in an inch of water.
No
one claimed the body or requested that Joshua weave funeral linens for the man.
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A tragic tale in which one sad event led to another. Genuinely moving Gail.
ReplyDeleteMy A-Z of Children's Stories
Yes, Keith, this is one of those stories without a happy ending. Not that I started with that in mind, but it veered in that direction on its own. Sometimes the muse really does take charge.
ReplyDeleteSo much tragedy... tied together with the symbol of the linen. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThe Multicolored Diary
Thank you. It is always interesting to watch a story unfold; this one took the tragic turn unexpectedly.
DeleteKarma happens.
ReplyDeleteStephanie Finnell
@randallbychance from
Katy Trail Creations
Well put.
DeleteThe title - Funeral Linen Weaving - caught my attention. You told a lot of short with very few words. Excellent! I enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely appreciate your comment, Trisha. Writing short stories seems so much easier than writing a novel . . . until you actually give it a try. The AtoZ Challenge has given me the opportunity to focus on short stories. After 26 stories, now I am hooked and eager to improve.
DeleteIt's funny that inanimate objects can hold on to emotions like that, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteJohn @ The Sound Of One Hand Typing
Certainly makes for a scary tale, John. I think the universe absorbs emotions and plants definitely thrive via osmosis, so who knows?
DeleteSuch a sad, sad tale but oh so well told!
ReplyDeleteDB McNicol, author
Microfiction: Flower
Thank you, Donna.
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