Ambrosia had been trapped for centuries. She scratched the name Silas on the walls of her prison. He had buried her deep, planted roses atop her grave.
The day finally arrived. The ground moved. She knew she was free. Sensing it was daytime, she waited until night before pushing open the lid to her coffin and digging upwards. She broke the surface. The grounds of the cemetery had been cleared. The roses were gone.
She was ravenous but took no time to feed. When she found him, Ambrosia sang, “I’ve returned, dear.”
Silas laughed. “Well, that took longer than usual.”
The story this week took its sweet time to make itself known. I was going to pass, until this one jumped to my attention this evening. So, I’m late to the party as usual.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was provided by Dale Rogerson.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.
Remember, if you want the vampires to stay away, keep roses on hand. They don’t like them much. 😉
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