The evening sky was growing darker. The clouds hung low an ominous warning of the fast-approaching storm. Lightning cracked the sky and thunder roared. The rain pouring over the fresh graves as the roses and lilies wilt.
"The dead were settling in under their mud roof and something was shuffling overhead". Jake the undertaker was dragging his long shovel as he headed back to the shed. His day was done with that last heap of dirt. Wiping his face of the days grime he silently prayed as he always does for the dead. Rest in peace.
Suddenly, there in the darkness a black cat sprang out chasing a small mouse. The undertaker thought there has been enough death for today. His legs and back ached as he shuffled after the cat. Spooky, he said, "it's time for us to go home".
dVerse Poets Pub - Prosery
hosted by Kim
for the prompt write up to a 144 word piece of prosery incorporating the following lines chosen
from ‘Body’ in your Prosery are:
“the dead were settling in under their mud roof
and something was shuffling overhead”