She sets her little wooden chair next to the grave of her beloved and after a session of sighs and tears, she starts reading from the book he once loved. Fresh chrysanthemums adorn his grave, filling me with jealousy. Sometimes, I wish someone comes to sit for a moment next to my grave.
I know that the girl I loved is dead, but she never came to see me. Some people do have it all, eh?
I feel sorry for the girl. She needs to move on, after all her man keeps hanging out near the grave of that supermodel.
Word Count: 100
Written in response to the picture prompt provided by Randy Mazie for the weekly Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields.
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L.E.R.T 
Great twist!
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The grave of the super model, huh? He never got that day dream in life, either 🙂
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Excellent twist. Loved it!
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So not expecting that one!
One would think emotions like jealousy would be a thing for the living. Goes to show.
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This was fun! Great twist at the end.
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Ha! Ha! Trust you to spin this one Varad. Wicked indeed.
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Love and lust in the afterlife.
Too cool.
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All human emotions moved to the other side. So a body dies rest of tendencies remain intact, is it?
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Ha! Absolutely loved that ending 🙂
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Dear Varad,
That was certainly a twist. Interesting to think of the dead as being jealous. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Ouch… but then maybe she should treasure that sorrow, hatred would be worse.
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That punch line! 🙂
Well done!
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