Written forThe Sunday Wordle;
our host is Brenda Warren and
her prompt words appear below.
A fabulous photo by Crispina Kemp
provided the perfect inspiration.
Here’s where the prompts took me.
shelter, settle, rose, rocks, edge, step,
messy, flesh, left, ghost, scrap, and tremble

The old church had not held a congregation in two hundred years, but Elliot Gibbons had always found it a reasonable place to settle his thoughts. The walls still stood β¦. mostly β¦. their dark rocks mortared together in that ancient flint-and-chalk pattern, pocked with moss and silence. The graveyard beyond the Gothic arch leaned in the grey afternoon light like an audience waiting for something dreadful.
He took one step through the archway and stopped.
She was there, on the far side of the nave, propped against the base of the wall as though she had simply sat down to rest. A single rose β¦. deep red, almost black at the edges β¦. lay across her lap. Her coat was left open despite the cold, and what was visible beneath made his stomach drop through the earth.
It was messy. Whoever had done this had not been calm about it.
Elliot began to tremble. Not from fear, he told himself, but from the cold. The wind found every gap in the ruined walls, every edge where stone had crumbled away, and moved through the space like something with purpose. Like a ghost that had not yet learned it was unwelcome.
He crouched. On the grass beside her β¦. wet, darkening β¦. was a scrap of cloth torn from a sleeve. Not hers. And caught in the mortar of the wall just above her head, a smear of flesh where a knuckle had scraped stone in the struggle.
Someone had brought her here as a shelter from prying eyes. Someone who knew this place the way Elliot did.
He pulled out his phone, and for a long moment, stared at her face.
Then he put it away.
And he just stayed. In that cold, ruined place, with the wind moving through the gaps. Keeping her company one last time.
NARΒ©2026
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This is βIn My Time Of Dyingβ by Led Zeppelin
Everything on The Elephantβs Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NARΒ©2017-present.

A gripping piece Nance, had me hooked from the first few words! π€π€
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Thank you CA. I appreciate your great comments.
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That was a gripping, unnerving poem. So well done, Nancy!
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Thank you! I wanted it to be gripping and unnerving, but I also wanted to be respectful and I hope that came across. Thanks so much.
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It came across just fine.
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Oh boy, that is both unsettling and yet quietening. Very well penned. π
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Thanks very much, Crispina. I’m not quite sure what it is about your photos that brings out this side of me!
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Gosh, that really drew me in, Nancy.
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Thank you, dear Keith. I’m so pleased to know you appreciated my story.
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Wow. That was intense!
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That’s exactly what I was aiming for. Thank you, Liz.
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yikes…what a dark/stark scene. I can feel the cold.
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It is very dark, but I am pleased to know my work is appreciated. Thank you.
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A gripping story – carried me along.
My take on the prompt is here.
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Thank you. It’s nice to know you appreciated my story.
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A gripping story, Nancy, and very well done.
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Thanks very much, Eugi. That means a lot to me.
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You’re welcome, Nancy.
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A very tragic scenario
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It is indeed. Thank you, cara.
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There is something strangely comforting about this piece- as if amidst all the devastation- he offered calm.
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That’s a very interesting way to look at it. Thanks for your thoughts.
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He realized that she was beyond being helped, so he focused on comforting her as she was dying.
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Beautifully put, Jim. Thank you for your appreciation of my story.
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Great story Sis …very interesting π€
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Thank you, sis. I wanted it to be a gripping story but also respectful.
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It was both sis πππ
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Brilliantly drawn with your words.
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Thank you, my dear friend. Your words mean a lot to me.
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You go dark so well, Nancy.
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Thanks, Lois. The stories are creepy fun to write. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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This was so, so good! I really enjoy this type of story you write.
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Thanks so much, Kymber. I’m glad you enjoy reading these stories; I definitely enjoy writing them.
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Unnerving, you’ve got me trembling; the things nightmares are made of … and I am, about to go to bed!!!
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Oh! If my story, didn’t give you nightmares, your video certainly did! Yikes! π±
Thank you dear Ivor π₯° πΆ
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Oh, Iβve slept soundly β¦ Fever Rey certainly have some weird videos πΆπ
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Very atmospheric, Nancy. You made me feel I was right there. I think you write this type of mystery story so well.
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It’s definitely a favorite genre of mine, Esther. I’m very pleased to know you enjoyed my story. Thank you.
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You are so good at the mystery crime story Nance and this is no exception a brilliant writeπ
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You are so kind, Ange. I’ve always been drawn to this type of story. Thank you. β€οΈ
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Most disturbing Nancy. Appropriate song though
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Life is very disturbing sometimes, Brian. Thanks for reading.
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