I found this picture:
And decided to write a story about it. As it was I ended up with two 100 word stories, and I am going to post them both. Please feel free to tell me which one you prefer 🙂
Here is the first one:
The stone was partially hidden by the greenery that had grown in the area since the railway was lifted several years ago. Because of that one simple fact the stone made no real sense now it was in the middle of the field. It was a shame to see it so neglected and forgotten. People had made a real effort to remember, even though the victim was completely unknown.
The thought drifted through my mind, as it often did when gazing upon the sign, what efforts had been made to try and identify her? If only I had died today.