It was lovely and quiet here. Such a perfect choice.
She loved the way the sunlight teased through the windows, giving the image of spotlights on the stone floor as if anticipating petite ballerinas to dance to the haunting music that would echo round the pillars tomorrow.
Ah yes, tomorrow.
When her family would gather, old and new, united after thirty years.
It was all her doing of course.
No-one would have wanted to miss this performance, her unique encore, as she gracefully and elegantly bowed out of their lives.
The next day from her vantage point in the eaves, she observed them.
Gold, furs and jewels, each trying to upstage the other to prove they were better than the next. To the outsider, children mourning the loss of their mother.
Sycophantic liars, all hungry and eager to learn what had been left to them in her will.
She chuckled, blending in perfectly with the organ music playing in the background and the chants of an invisible choir on a pre-recorded tape.
They would be furious when they learned she had spent her entire wealth on the building of this crypt for her final resting place.
This post is in response to Sue Vincent’s photoprompt this week
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