“We gots to leave, Sally.”
Sally stood in the nursery, tears on her brown cheeks, while workmen pulled down centuries’ old walls.
“Not leaving while Junie’s body is still here.”
Tom’s eyes were sad. “They’s callin’ us. It’s time. We hung ’round dis place too long. Nuthin’ but misery. I’m weary – it’s time to go.”
“Not without my baby. She’s in this room – I ain’t leaving.”
“Jack!” cried the workman to his buddy. “Look! There’s bones behind the wall!”
Bright light suddenly erupted, shooting upward from the plaster.
“Now it’s time,” said Sally, taking Tom’s hand, following the light.
Word Count: 100
Photo Credit: Mary Shipman
Author’s Note: This story was written in response to a challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and her Friday Fictioneers. The challenge was to write a story of 100 words or less pertaining to the photo posted above. Thanks for the prompt, Rochelle!