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Another Writing Prompt
Saturday, February 7th, 2009

I’m still culling photos. I remember taking this photo in Memphis at Edgemont cemetary. I love studying statuary, wondering why people chose certain things for their loved ones. This one called to me. I’m sure there’s a story here somewhere.

5 comments to “Another Writing Prompt”

  1. Brandy Walker
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      · February 7th, 2009 at 8:17 pm · Link

    The first things that pops in my head is the ghost of a woman and kept secrets. She’s trying to tell someone in her family to keep those secrets locked inside or they will fall. Fall from what I don’t know; fall from their position in society, fall for someone they shouldn’t or make someone else fall. Its a mystery of some sort.



  2. Delilah Devlin
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      · February 8th, 2009 at 1:14 am · Link

    Oooh! Maybe it’s infused with the woman’s spirit, and someone figures out that no one actually paid or made arrangements for that statue to rest there in the first place.



  3. Brandy Walker
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      · February 8th, 2009 at 7:53 am · Link

    There ya go. A spirit sounds so much better than ghost. Or there is a woman who always visits the grave next to it and the spirit in the statue watches her and sees her loneliness and sadness and tries to help.



  4. Delilah
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      · February 8th, 2009 at 10:56 am · Link

    Or maybe the spirit influences her, giving her urges to visit places or people the spirit knew, somehow leading her along a path where she figures out the woman in the grave next to her mama’s was murdered.



  5. Brandy Walker
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      · February 8th, 2009 at 4:52 pm · Link

    See I like that. This would be why you are a writer. I love a good murder mystery. Plus you can give her the hunky cop/military man/special agent who thinks the woman who is now the spirit was murdered but can’t prove it. Maybe he was the next door neighbor or friend of the family or nephew that she helped raise. Something along that line.