PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson
Rose jealously guarded her reclusive existence. For years she’d lived happily in a shack concealed deep in the woods. But today pegging stream-washed clothes on an old rope-line, something was awry. She moved cautiously towards the object of concern, tense, her hand across her mouth. Goose pimples peppered her weathered arms. She prodded the freshly dug earth, inhaled sharply before shuffling into the ramshackle shed to collect her tools.
It was two days later a body was discovered on the far side of the wood in a shallow grave bearing a cross fashioned from branches and scattered with wild flowers.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.
Clare Hempstead 