October 7, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes whispers. It can be beautiful or creepy and any genre. Where are the whispers, who are they from, and what do they say if they say anything at all.
Whispers... Death closed its hand Beneath the whispering autumn leaves The old head stones tell of loved ones I wonder, are some souls on fire? Do they all lie at rest Do they whisper of dancing under the sun? Kissing under moonlight Do they come back Whispering in my brain Of life beyond these cold stones As yet, none have whispered Of angels, golden harps or seeing Christ Before you think me mad I don’t hear disembodied voices all the time There is one that stays with me A female voice, telling me life goes on Right there, beside you… © Anita Dawes 2021