Like mother, like daughter

broken gravestone urn

“She was just like her mother, sour and rancorous.”

Parishioners swarmed old Westfall Cemetery, clearing weeds and dead floral arrangements in observance of Decoration Day. Elders, in white, Sunday-best shirts, sleeves rolled up past their elbows, uprighted toppled stones.

The urn, split in half, memorialized the final resting places of mother and daughter, Gertrude and Inez Whitney. Gertie, a widow, and Inez, a spinster, infamous town curmudgeons, died within weeks of each other. Residents believe their spirits haunt the graveyard.

None of the godly churchgoers wanted to touch the broken pot, still afraid of incurring the vengeful women’s wrath.

The 100 Word Challenge is to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is “Heiress”

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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

6 thoughts on “Like mother, like daughter

  1. that’s a fantastic picture and with your words it brought a story to life, two women who left the world without love for it or each other. Written so well.

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