This is in response to Rochelle’s Photo Prompt Friday Fictioneers.
Word Count : 100
Them
When the Government decided to construct the Office Building ‘objection‘ was raised from the most unexpected quarters – the dead.
It was an unauthorised graveyard.
But the buried considered it their own.
So, it took more time than planned.
A wall in shambles.
A broken window.
A door unhinged.
Cause unknown.
Yet the Building got completed.
Offices opened.
But the protest continued.
In due course, traffic exploded.
Gadgets got installed.
Professionals came to rule.
They questioned…
But the oldtimers?
They shook their heads and swore by them.
You see they had seen what the others had not.
(97 Words)
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The flash fiction is based on the legendary tales surrounding our Office.
A few graves are still there. Legend has it that these could not be removed.
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And you actually worked there!!
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Yes, I did for more than fifteen years
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Amusingly mysterious. Did you ever encounter anything “unexplained”?
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I heard many stories
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Now I know why so many government offices are a mystery to me.
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GC, humans ignore the world beyond the veil at their own peril.
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Lisa we should acknowledge the presence of them which are not reinstated by Science.
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Beautifully written that’s why some Government offices are mysterious 😄 well shared 💐
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Thank you Priti.
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🙏🏼
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What a place to work! I can only imagine all the stories.
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Yes it was very interesting especially for a person like me with fertile imagination. 😆
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No doubt!
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Brilliantly constructed
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Thank you Derrrick
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Dear Geeta,
I have to say the government doesn’t have a ghost of a chance. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Ghost of a chance to deal with ghosts 👻😞
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Great story – made even greater in that it’s true! I have some understanding I once worked in a building that had been an ancient jail, attached to an old courthouse – it was a conserved building, so some of the rooms still had the old thick studded doors, there was one room that I refused to go into – very spooky!
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I have also heard of strange stories from senior colleagues
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I can just imagine an annual office party with all the ghosts joining in!
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😆😆
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Disrespect for the dead, and disrespect for the living, how true for far too many governemnt offices. What an interesting story.
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Thank you very much 😊
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Such haunting and enchanting words, Ma’am ! By the way, I recently revisited one of my oldest blog sites and posted a note after many years. Would love your feedback whenever you get time: dphrases.wordpress.com
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I am extremely glad to know that you have started writing. Such engagements are very meaningful and have a positive effect on oneself. Do continue posting. I will definitely visit.
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Not quite the view one wants from an office window but looking at it gives one time to reflect and think about ones own life, and what one has achieved and can strive further. Maybe lost connections to be renewed . . . . .who knows what would go thru a person’s mind.
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Comedic overtones in this enjoyable write
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Wow! Such an interesting story!
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Thank you Dahlia.
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