Little Bones
" And madly play with my forefathers joints"
There was a story in town about the graveyard, no one would go their at night especially
near the mausoleums. It was told that it was hunted by a girl who had waited there for her true
love who never came. This is her story.
The girl sat on the muddy ground, quietly mumbling to herself, about him.
" He will be here soon I know he will, any time now."
She was playing with a little white object absently mindedly, it was frustrating her to because she
could not figure out how worked. The object was bleached white and was very brittle, she had a
pile of objects that looked the same next to her on the ground. Some of them looked newer than
others. The soft breeze blew through the room and she gave a small shiver and leaves on the
ground swirled around and landed in a puddle near her, casting a ripple in the muddy water. The
girl was still mesmerized by the object, it bent in one direction but she could not figure out how.
Her face crumpled in annoyance, she rubbed her eyes, she felt like she had been sitting here
forever waiting, for him. He said as soon as he killed her father he would be their, so they could
run away from their controlling families. The girl got up and went to get some of the food she had
storied their, she looked and noticed there seemed to be a lot less than she thought she had
brought. She got some and sat back down to play with the objects she has found there. She felt
weird and she ran her finger through her hair but when her fingers came away they were filthy,
she really wished she could go home and take a bath but knew she couldn't. She ate her food
and the continued to examine the objects, after awhile she through it across the room in
disappointment as she had broken the joint on the object. Before it had even hit the ground she
got up to get it again. She felt bad for throwing it. On her way over to get it she trips on something
and it rolls into a beam of moonlight. She picks it up and starts to play with a hinge at the bottom,
the old other broken toy forgotten. She stands up with her new toy and puts her fingers through
two holes near the middle of the object. She carries it over to her other found objects that she
has collected in the time she has been waiting and looks at them placing it in the pile with
similar characters. This new one she has found is smaller and the hole in the middle under the
two holes is a lot smaller than the other ones. Also the top of it has a crack. That makes her said
for some reason, she feels like it hurts the object. The one she places it next to one that has
these tufts of hair at the top. Some of her toys are so old they they are going back to the earth,
turning to dust and barely resemble their former selves but some look a lot newer and have a
bad smell. The girl loves each and every one of them, like a little girl love her dolls. Yet she does
not know the these are the bones for her ancestors. They have kept her company while she has
waited for him all this long time.
They say that they found her in her family's mausoleum, she was old by then, her lover
long dead but she still thought he was coming. They said she went crazy with grief when she
realized he was not coming and she had been in their for a long time. She died not soon after
but people said she just went back to wait for her lover.