It’s that time again! Time to gather around the table and share some juicy tidbits of fiction with the folks of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely and talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find other small tales of wonder, and danger at: rochellewisoff.com. Come on out and join us! This week’s photo is loaned to us by : Alicia Jamtaas
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Slumber Room #4
In an effort to meet the demands of the pandemic, the local mortuary had opened an extra room to accommodate the “non-traditional” funeral service. Bodies were no longer an issue; mass graves had taken that task over. Still, families needed a place to find closure. So, Slumber Room #4 was opened in the basement of the funeral home. The mood was dark, it’s décor dark. The overhead lighting was replaced with string lights. It turned out to be far more popular than was expected and so, it wasn’t long before the novelty wore off. Now, every funeral home in the nation was trying to mimic the set up. Ahhh, but nothing would ever replace the original…
Author’s Note: Hard week. I made the mistake of reading several before attempting to write and tainted my muse. I kept picturing Grandma Mazur of Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series and would crack up laughing. Anyway, my thoughts swayed melancholy. Too many funerals this week.
It’s our 28th wedding anniversary tomorrow. Hubby is sending me away for the weekend. Heading out of town for an Urban Sketchers Summit in Columbus, Ohio this weekend. Back to the city where I learned how to be human again. So, I’m expecting to have a blast of it. Given all that’s happened recently I really need a break from caregiving even if it is only a few hours. So, it’s a good anniversary gift.