Colour Your World – Black

Rochester cathedral, photo taken on a visit

Rochester Cathedral, Kent

You do not visit the dark places if you treasure your life, at least if you still have a life. There are many shades of darkness and we creatures that live in the dark treasure these places of refuge. A quiet graveyard in the shadows of a cathedral. They made me welcome when I passed on to the grave of no return. I am never alone, there is always a doomed spirit at my side to guide me, but I have now learned all there is to be learned. There are humans that sometimes see me as I slip into the shadows, but they soon forget, lest they would be accused of seeing things that they know should not exist.

I was buried in black and still roam the corridors in my black robe. Black is my colour it suits my pale complexion. The Lord has long gone. He too meet his death, but he would be happier to remain in these halls and not where he was sent. Murders and assassins get their deserved rewards when they pass on. He also haunts, but places where there is no peace and tranquility and my he burn in the fires of hell. At least that is what I said when he removed my head with his sword.

My head is again on my shoulders were it belongs. It is more comfortable, carrying it under my arm gave me rheumatism in the shoulder so I decided the headless ghost was not such an advantage. People scream and run when they see me on a dark black night walking the halls with my head firmly placed on my shoulders. You can see beheaded ladies in any horror film, but I am the real thing.

And now it is time for my rest, the sun is rising and I must retire to the black of the tombs, with my head of course.

Colour Your World: Black

Daily Prompt: Modern Families

If one of your late ancestors were to come back from the dead and join you for dinner, what things about your family would this person find the most shocking?

Jason and Emily

“Dinner is ready, but wait a moment who are you.”

“We are today’s WordPress contribution to dinner. Don’t you recognise us, it’s your great grandmother Emily and great grandfather Jason.”

“But I never even met you, you died at the beginning of the 20th century. Dead people do not eat.”

“Yes, that’s the problem, we don’t get food where we are now, don’t need it, but for a day our digestive system has been renewed. We are hungry. By the way we hope you don’t mind but there will be a few others arriving.”

“Huh, but I only cooked for me, Mr. Swiss and my son, although I probably have enough for you both. Who else is coming?”

“Oh, just the family. We were so closely knit in those days.”

“Did you invite all your children Emily?”

“Yes, they should be arriving any time now. We couldn’t impose on you too much and judging by the size of this place, they wouldn’t have room.”

“But great grandma Emily, you had 16 children.”

“Oh yes, they believed in big families in those days. Of course the twins left us when they were still babies, so just a bottle of warm milk will do for them and perhaps some sort of soft food. They never got all their teeth. Here they are.”

“Yes, I can see that, all of the sons and two daughters, one my grandmother and a baby daughter.”

“Yes, that’s Isabel, she died when she was two years old..

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“Is that dinner?”

“I was just preparing it, afraid it is just cooked beef with vegetables today.”

“No problem. All local produce of course. A cow from the farmer and the vegetables from your garden?

“Not exactly grandfather Jason, we buy it all in the supermarket.”

“In what?”

“Supermarket. It’s like a big shop where everything is on shelves and you can choose what you need. All nicely packed and hygenic. I don’t know where the cow originated, but it is probably a cow from our country. The vegetables are also from our area.”

“Just a moment, you mean you did not know the cow before it arrived in your cooking pot and the vegetables did not come from your garden.”

“No great grandmother, things are not done like that today.”

“Well I don’t know. What do you think Jason, is that food safe?”

“Let’s ask the others. They have just arrived.”

“Hello Emily, Jason, we arrived, although the guy that was organising the journey said we would have to share wings, so it was an cramped flight. Any nappies for the twins here great niece, they didn’t need them where we were residing.”

“Just a moment I will have a look. Yes I have a few disposable nappies in a plastic bag.”

“But that is paper.”

“They are special, you can throw them away after they have been used.”

“You throw away the babies as well.”

“No, just the nappies.”

“Strange customs. So let’s eat.”

“I will have to stretch the food a little as we are so many.”

“No problem, where we come from they fed a few thousand with a couple of fish and a few slices of bread.”

“You mean that the story was true.”

“What story is she talking about Jason?”

“No idea. That cow is a bit tough, not like our Betsy. She was a lovely tender piece of meat.”

“So Jason, no good talking about the old times, they do things differently today.”

“Well thanks for the meal, it wasn’t too bad just didn’t have the good old rich flavours that we had down in the country.”

“I have some mango ice cream as a desert. Hello, they have all gone. Perhaps they don’t like mangos or didn’t grow them on the farm. Things were done differently in the Sussex countryside I suppose.”

Daily Prompt: Modern Families – maternal great grandparents and the family