
What a rough night. It’s Spring, but still frigid, and last night’s rot-gut barely cut the edge before it was gone. I was shivering so much that I even spilled some of the precious fluid.
Well, I have been shivering even when it is warm for a while, and sweating even when it’s freezing. Stupid world.
Damn, though, it’s cold. I can’t move, seem frozen to the spot.
I don’t remember coming to this garden, but all I see are flowers and people in heavy coats.
Here comes someone with a blanket. Why did they put it over my face?
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word count = 100
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Ut oh. Well that didn’t end well for him.
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No, not at all…
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Interesting reading the story, the comments and your interpretation. I went straight to your interpretation. For me, the blanket over the face at the end was clear. That could only have one meaning for me. I had to look up ” rot-gut”. It’s not a term we use here, although it made perfect sense and is a great word. Plonk or poison. Don’t have much to do with that sort of thing. I rarely even drink coffee these days. Anyway, I enjoyed it, and it makes me wonder what happens when we die. As a Christian, I believe in the afterlife but how that pans out is life’s greatest mystery.
Best wishes,
Rowena
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Yeah, “rot gut” is typically super cheap, really awful booze, undrinkable by most. There are people who say ghosts are spirits that don’t know how to “make the crossing to the other side”, and I usually don’t ask what is meant by “the other side”. Like that movie, they are dead but don’t know they are dead.
Thanks, Rowena.
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You led us to that last line brilliantly.
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Thanks
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How confusing for the protagonist. An altered state. Nicely done.
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I think the protagonist was already a bit confused and that altered state didn’t hep. Thanks.
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I love the dissonance you’ve created by the word picture and the pictorial image … spring is such a discordant & beautiful time!
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Thanks! I’m not sure why my mind took it in this direction, but I know it is a little unexpected.
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Poor man. The disorientation he feels made me wonder what was going on – and the twist at the end was a big surprise. Fascinating to use this viewpoint. I like stories that do unexpected things.
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Thanks. I think having the narration be by a person who happens to be dead can be interesting, like the movie Sunset Blvd., only this is also a hint of “I see dead people; they don’t know they’re dead”.
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Being incapacitated but full aware of your surrounding is certainly the worse state ever.
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It is, though it is possible this guy is beyond incapacitated, or perhaps “permanently incapacitated” might be a better way of saying it…
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Chilling, indeed, Trent. Well done.
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Thanks, Bill.
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This is chilling. The POV feels disorienting, as disoriented as your character. Well done.
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I think more than POV being a little disorientating, it is the tense – I wanted it in the present tense yet with past tense as he remembers the night before, so a mix of both. Thanks.
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Love this perspective! Funeral….or picnic on an illicit grave site?
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Thanks, Shannon. My thought was a person drinking too much (as he has every night for years), passing out in the flowers and freezing to death. He’s one of those dead people the kid sees that doesn’t know he’s dead….
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A sad story, all too common. Well told Trent
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A bad mixture of being homeless and substance abuse – I think far too common. Thanks, Iain.
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Oh no :( I feel so bad for the person who was left to die out in the elements. Who is to say one doesn’t retain awareness even as a corpse. Nicely articulated tale of sadness.
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I see dead people. They don’t know they’re dead…. I wasn’t thinking of that movie, but I won’t discount that there may be some awareness after a person passes away. Thanks.
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You’re welcome, Trent.
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It must be getting cold there if they have to cover the flowers.
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Might be a little frosty, though I think it’s more that they are covering the dead man who is in the flowers…
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A right sad unexpected ending
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I guess I was in a dark mood this morning and those flowers made me think of a funeral.
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Time to let go of the body and look at the spirit flowers.
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I agree. Once he understands what has happened the situation should seem a bit better.
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That’s a pretty grim take on the prompt. I really hope death isn’t like that! Well written ghoulish story.
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I think once he realizes he is dead, life, I mean death, will get a lot easier…. For some reason my mind went to the dark side today. Thanks.
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There are worse ways to go.
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Slipping away while asleep (or unconscious at the very least) in a flower bed might not be too bad.
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💗
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Why, even the dead want their Spring view! LOL!
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Yes, everyone likes spring flowers, even if they are dead. (I toyed with writing a zombie story about flowers, but liked this way better)
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Dear Trent,
Interesting and somewhat chilling POV. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. For some reason the angle of the photo reminded me of a grave seen from the inside, so from there…
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