Murder! | A 100 Word Story

#698 | VII The Chariot - Ligeia | Edgar Allan Poe Tarot

Dust to dust…

A handful of dirt hit the top of the coffin, already six feet in the ground. One by one, friends and family walked up, grabbed a handful of dirt, and threw it into the hole.

Ashes to ashes…

Everyone walks away. Turn their backs and miss what happens next! The last fistful. A woman no one recognizes. Friend? Family? Everyone too busy grieving to notice.

We therefore commit her body to the ground…

The body swap was easy. Necessary. She wasn’t going to rest forever. Not while she had a score to settle. A murder to solve.

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