Danielle Dayney19 Comments on Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to Ashes

The cliff juts out below like razor blades slicing up the angry water. I kick a rock over the edge.

I hate this place. You didn’t.

I pull the cardboard box from my jacket and choke back tears.

All we have left are memories.

I open the box and dump the contents on the place you proposed. When I do, a breeze blows in. The ashes fall lightly on me. I smile.

Perhaps even now you will never leave my side.

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Photo courtesy of Stocksnap.io.

In response to this week’s microprose challenge over at Yeah Write.

Published by Danielle Dayney

Born and raised in Ohio, Danielle Dayney got her start writing rock concert reviews for a music magazine called The Glass Eye in Toledo. Today, her work has appeared in the Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review, Huffington Post, Dead Housekeeping, The Mindful Word, and in several anthologies including the Virginia Writers Centennial Anthology, Nevertheless We Persisted, and Beach Reads: Lost and Found. She also received awards at BlogHer for her creative nonfiction essays. Her debut essay collection is forthcoming from Brandylane Publishers.

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19 thoughts on “Ashes to Ashes”

  1. d3athlily July 5, 2017 — 10:29 am

    How melancholy but beautiful. I could see the scene so perfectly. Miss seeing your writing. Xoxox

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      Danielle Dayney July 5, 2017 — 11:17 am

      Aww, thanks Melony. I might get something little up on nonfiction this week. We’ll see 🙂 xoxo

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      1. d3athlily July 5, 2017 — 11:53 am

        Yay!!! 💖💖💖

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  2. Sara July 5, 2017 — 5:27 pm

    This is so lovely, especially the last line!Your words fall into perfection so easily Danielle!

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  3. travel460 July 5, 2017 — 6:23 pm

    Danielle, I do not exactly understand, but your words are striking.

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      Danielle Dayney July 5, 2017 — 6:28 pm

      Thank you. It’s a work of fiction. A woman is spreading her husband’s ashes.

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  4. prettyflyforawhitemom July 6, 2017 — 12:20 am

    I love the inner monologue along side the descriptions of what she is doing!! Fantastic!!

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      Danielle Dayney July 6, 2017 — 9:36 am

      Thank you! I really liked the prompt this week and everyone’s take on it.

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      1. prettyflyforawhitemom July 6, 2017 — 4:51 pm

        I messed up and changed the sentence we weren’t supposed to change. Ugh!! Lol.

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  5. Uma Chellappa July 6, 2017 — 6:12 am

    This is so tragic yet so beautifully tied together. Her pain, his memories, the monologue, everything seems in right proportions.

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  6. kalpana solsi July 6, 2017 — 9:35 am

    His remains along with memories refuse to leave her side. Many civilizations warrant the dead’s remains be immersed in water bodies.
    poignantly written.
    http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/07/ashes-and-memories.html

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  7. mixedbag July 6, 2017 — 6:53 pm

    The last line tells so much about the relationship they had. Lovely work, Danielle!

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  8. stupidbadstories September 24, 2017 — 12:22 am

    Brought strong emotions with so few words. Well done 🙂

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