Another installment of Vicar Celeste. Her first story is Haunting Memories, then Lost, and Bitter Dirt Once the last of her parishioners shuffled out of the nave and out into the spitting, December rain, Celeste closed the doors and sat down heavily in the nearest pew. Nothing like the Christmas season to swell the church … Continue reading Interrupted

Bitter Dirt

A little flash for Mondays Finish the Story--but it's a continuation of the story of our dear vicar, Celeste. You can find the beginning of her story here, and here. The cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode, but Celeste couldn't understand why--the land around the graveyard was peaceful, lovely even. Perhaps they'd named it after a … Continue reading Bitter Dirt


Part II of our dear Vicar Celeste, ensconced in the northern reaches of Scotland (this is a response to the Grammar Ghoul's weekly Mutant 750 prompt). If you haven't yet met the Vicar, read Haunting Memories first. Turned out I won first prize! Thanks all who voted for it! “Ye cannae get there from here.” The old man … Continue reading Lost

Haunting Memories

Celeste stroked the pitted stone, her chilled fingers discovering lumps and patterns beneath the lichen that eyes could no longer make out. The granite held centuries of stories. So old. Yet, each year, the stone melted, threatening to return to its natural shape and lose all that history to the unrelenting wind and rain. She … Continue reading Haunting Memories