©Lora Mitchell
He leaves lilies. White stargazer lilies. An afterthought, a pure fingerprint on a grisly, horrid scene.
I watched the news to learn the women’s names, as if they pieced a puzzle that could be solved. Notebooks filled with scribbled writing and folders of torn newspapers, amounting to nothing.
The lilies haunted me. Earthly cousins to ethereal Milky Way, grounded stars, faces turned to heaven. Outcast from the Kingdom.
Everyone thinks he places them afterwards. But I opened my door to find them staring at me, necks craned upward in a silent dirge. Condolence for my loss, as I attend my own funeral.
flossiewrites 
A ghost story? I wasn’t expecting that from the way it started! Very effective and creepy.
Love your descriptions of the lilies!
janet
thank you!
Just brilliant, summing it up! 🙂
thank you!
My pleasure, it was very well written!
Wow, that was cool!
thank you!
This may be the last entry posted but it was worth waiting for. Lovely poetic descriptions and a good story too. 🙂
Thank you so much–what a lovely comment!
Dear Flossie,
I’ve come to expect a high level of quality from you. Today I’m not disappointed. Beautiful description, intrigue with a head-smacking chill at the end. Could say more good things but it would only be “gilding the lily.”
shalom,
Rochelle
thank you so much Rochelle! I’ve fallen off my daily posts as of late but Friday Fictioneers keeps me to a definite schedule, so thank you for that!
Oooh this was great!!
Thank you!
You got some weird moj going here…love the foreshadowing of his own demise. Reminds me of the pirate custom of the black dot on the white slip of paper.
thank you!
Dear Flossie,
You joined FF at the top and have never disappointed. Another in a fine line of well told tales.
Aloha,
Doug
Thank you for your kind comment, Doug!
A nice use of foreshadowing. An end coming and then it does!
thanks!