Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. This week’s photo is by Randy Mazie. It reminded me of the damage done to New Orleans cemeteries in the wake of Katrina. The living and the dead…so many missing bodies. So many broken hearts and broken lives.
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by Jan Brown
“Send me back to New Orleans when I die–to be with Jimmy.”
“Wasn’t your family burial site destroyed by Katrina?”
“Yes, but I prefer cremation. Then scatter my ashes in Lake Pontchartrain.”
“Will that get you close to Jimmy?”
The question made me weep, sniffling and sobbing in spasms. I tore off the oxygen mask and wiped my nose. “I was at work. Couldn’t get back home. Jimmy broke through the roof to wait for the helicopters. But they never found him.”
Time to rest now. Finally. I can see him smiling, arms spread wide, welcoming me home.