This week, Julia has put up a photo as a prompt. Why not head over to https://jfb57.wordpress.com/2015/07/06/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week158-2/ ? Anyway, Julia’s photo is this:
The air was humid, the disturbed earth richly scented after the rain, ripe like my swollen belly. The flag hung heavy on its staff, moved only by the merest breeze, as though God pursed his lips and blew gently.
There was peace here. As there would be at home now that you’re gone.
I didn’t speak above a whisper. Now you’re safely in the ground I didn’t want to disturb you. I spat on your headstone like you spat on me for loving a Southern man. “Goodbye, Father. Good riddance. You got what you deserved.”