Distraught at his wife’s early passing,
Tony stopped fishing and writing.
He continued minimally at the office
but his home was no longer tidy,
and guest voices were never heard.
Tony had bought an anticipatory double plot,
with names and dates written in anticipation
of spending eternity next to Dorothy.
But one day Tony just stopped working and left town.
His house went up for auction.
A family with children now lives there.
The house is alive once more
and Dorothy’s old garden now has a swing set,
where rumors have it,
Tony can be seen sitting at times.
— by Sabio Lantz 12/2016
Prompt: It is Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets Pub. Last week my dearest friend and I took a walk through our town’s graveyard and decided to challenge ourselves to take a picture of a gravestone and then to write a short fictional story to fit the engraving. I covered the actual engraving and fictionalize the last name out of respect. But the rest is accurate. I also put my story in verse form for those who prefer a “this is poetry” signal. I wrote two versions — this is the first. I will wait to put up the playful light-hearted version later perhaps.
I have suggested this as a challenge at the Pub, but no reply, so Open Night seemed a good way to illustrate my suggestion.
Readers: What do you think of this as a challenge?