Weekly Prompt Story: Skeleton

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Skeletons

By Christopher Munroe

There’s a skeleton on my T-shirt, when I go to the bar.

And another beneath my skin.

The visible is styalized, white and red on black, to give a flash of color as I move through the night, a marker to show I’m there.

The hidden is more utilitarian. It props me up, keeps me standing. It receives little credit, but I use it every day.

Of the two, it’s the first I’m known for, that people would recognize when they see me.

But, in spite of this, the second is the more important.

It allows me to be me…

Skeleton

The toughest part was grave robbery.

This fact may not surprise you.

It’s true, nonetheless. Digging up a grave’s hard work, and in the middle of the night you can’t see what you’re doing. Plus, the caretaker patrols every few hours. Avoiding him was perhaps the toughest part.

But I managed, and got the coffin out of the ground, into the van, and back to my place. It’s in my room as we speak. No idea where I’ll ditch the coffin, but I’d consider the process worthwhile.

They say every closet has a skeleton.

And now, finally, mine does too.