Death of The Gingerbread Man

Posted on May 13, 2003 in Book of Days Soliloquy Strange

Note: This is twenty-seventh in a series based on exercises from A Writer’s Book of Days. It’s something of a rebellion against the Friday Five and similar tupperware content memes.

Today’s topic: ‘Even after my death…’ (after Maria Luisa Spaziani’).

Dedicated to Grey Bird, a lover of Six Feet Under.

Even after my death I sweetened. My bones turned to sugar and my blood to maroon molasses. My skin solarized, flavored like licorice. Grape sugar crystals formed in the marrow of my bones, blooming like amethysts. Every orifice exuded foaming Turkish Delight.

I was most eatable, but no one dared to dig me up. They held their noses when they passed the chocolate-laden place of my repose. They assumed that my rot reeked like festering meat. None would touch his tongue to the honey-thickened syrup that oozed from my burial mound.

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Anyone else working up the nerve to try these memes?

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Want to participate? First either get yourself a copy of A Writer’s Book of Days by Judy Reeves or read these guidelines. Then either check in to see what the prompt for the day is or read along in the book.

Tomorrow’ topic/prompt: Write about abandoned houses.