Last week was the final Flash!Friday competition. *weeps* For my two stories I decided to expand on some of the other worlds I’ve created in my stories written for Flash! Friday.
The first story, “Immortālis” takes place in the same world as, “Momento Mori” (which is why I chose this specific title). Here’s “Immortālis” and, below it, “Momento Mori”.
On Friday everything changed. On Christmas Eve I had a breakthrough after months of trial and error. For the first time I captured the human soul in a photograph. The parents carried the photo of their son home to keep with them forever. Death had lost its sting.
In the bedroom my wife was almost ready to take her last breath. I waited by her side through the night until it was time to take the photograph. As I hung the moving photo on the wall on Christmas morning, I smiled for the first time in months. So did she.
The monk-like caretaker of the captured souls met Gerhardt at the door.
“The procedure worked. We got to her deathbed just in time,” he grinned.
Gerhardt didn’t dare look at the photos they passed in the corridors. Whispers cluttered the air.
“She’s not in pain?”
“Not at all. Souls are extremely resilient,” the monk said. The whispers became louder until individual voices could be heard. “They wake up when people walk past. It takes a while for the eyes to adjust, you might say. Your… doctor gave you only a few months?”
Gerhardt felt a ghost walk over his grave as dozens of eyes turned to watch him. “Indeed. And then I will no longer require your services.”
“Here we go.”
Gerhardt stared at the photo of his wife. Her face moved slightly. “Gerhardt?” she whispered.
“When you die, we destroy the photo and the soul is freed immediately.”
Gerhardt smiled. “And then we will go to heaven together.”