Your Body in the Churchyard

a short story about midnight rituals and churchyard burials

For thirty years, I brought your body to the churchyard on new-moon nights to attempt the ritual.

For thirty years, you did not stir.

It wasn't until the men with picks and shovels came to dig up the groaning earth that I realized the ritual had worked every single time.

Just not on you.

Short story written by Peter Chiykowski

Story prompt taken from a photo by Yuriy Garnaev