Emma’s bootsteps echoed hollow, sharp off marble mausoleum walls. Reverb steps determine a path away from that past. Sun beams rushed her, attempted to banish saturated cold stone and death.
As she walked, doll size figures grew to life size. Aunt Polly, Cora, Father Peter. A small table bore the urn; her “father” entrapped.
“Let’s get this over with.”
“…that he may not receive in punishment the requital of his deeds …” Eyes roll, she snickered.
Escape steps shattered quiet; a thought punished,
“I will climb this high wall in remembrance of him to regain or re-earn my life”
I’m in! Jumping in the sandbox and playing 100 Word Song with LeRoy on Lance’s blog My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. My entry has Emma dealing in her way with the death of her father. Conveying her contempt and mixed emotions about the passing of the man who raised her stretches my writing “muscles” with the 100 word limit and using music as inspiration; this week it’s a dark goth piece “Lillies And Remains by Bauhaus.“