It's Still Life

The Bone Whisperer

The bones had been whispering for centuries. Not words …just a low, subterranean hum that vibrated through the soles of anyone who lingered too long in the ossuary chapel.

The priest blessed. The villagers fled. The crows remained. The bishop declared it miracle or curse, depending on the collection plate.

Then the woman came. She laid her palm against the skull at the centre of the wall. The humming ceased. For the first time in memory, silence settled like dust.

That was not the end of the problems, but it was the beginning of solutions. 

The bones had only ever wanted someone to listen.

Written as microdosing fiction: 100 words, and using Violet’s prompt that includes: “That was not the end of the problems, but it was the beginning of solutions.”– Ken Follett, The Pillars of the Earth.