Claire insisted we go. She wanted to celebrate Halloween in style. I’m not easily spooked but something about the place made my nape hairs dance.
She laughed at me. ‘It’s cool.’
We stood, gazing at one of the gravestones. Her goading laugh faded.
‘Look at the epitaph.’
‘The epitaph, damn it, Jerry.’ A shaking finger pointed.
Claire Elizabeth Bailey Died: October 31, 2020 Cut down in the prime of life
The short-handled axe slipped out easily from within the long grass. It sliced neatly through Claire’s skull as I straightened to face her.
‘Man, that’s so cool.’
A writer of novel-length fiction, M J Christie recently became addicted to writing shorter fiction – the shorter the better – and poetry. The UK’s Lincolnshire Coast provides the backdrop and inspiration for M J’s writing, giving focus and meaning to everyday life.