This week’s PHOTO PROMPT is provided by © Sarah Ann Hall
No two were identical. Similar, but not the same.
To outsiders, they were simply decorative vases on a marble table top.
Never used for flowers, they stood to attention under his father’s portrait.
Each contained the ashes of one passed, sealed forever with a layer of wax.
The two largest housed his parents, the remainder his siblings, as one by one he’d disposed of their bodies to become sole heir.
His would always be empty as there would be no-one left to seal his ashes in the modest tubular vessel.
Smiling, he filled it with dead flowers and walked away.
Written for Rochelle’s challenge