But my uncle didn't really like flowers, living ones at least.
They feed off of dead things, my uncle always said. I thought that was mushrooms or that white fungus that grows on old bark. Either way, my parents didn't listen. They wanted something nice.
Oh, and there was music, too, at my uncle's funeral. The kind he used to always listen to. Maybe he can still hear it. The coffin is pretty thick, though.
Still, my uncle didn't want to be buried.
Before they bury me, I sure hope they kill me first.
About the Author
N.R. Allen grew up in the small town of Dooms, VA, and currently lives in Blacksburg, VA, with her husband and family. She has written and published novels, poetry, and flash fiction. Visit her on Facebook or check out her website at https://sites.google.com/site/silverkestral/ to find out more about her work.
Other works by N.R. Allen:
Blood of the Revenant A Young Adult, dark fantasy novel.
Cemetery Dreams A Collection of Short Horror fiction
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