Shadowy figures dragged Kish’s body over near the large tree as Šherida began painting the sky violent shades of red. They hurriedly dug a shallow grave and dumped his body in face down. No last rites were given before they tossed him in and loosely tossed the dirt over his battered body. As the sun erased Šherida’s masterpiece the figures rode off into the distance, leaving the tree to stand guard over Kish’s body.
Before Nanna could make his rise high in the night sky, Kish’s ghost rose beneath the tree branches dancing eerily in the moonlight to seek vengeance.
Today’s haunting is inspired by the Edimmu, the ghost of those not buried properly.
It’s also that time for Friday Fictioneers, this tree picture will also be perfect for next Friday’s haunting so I might reuse it.
Šherida– goddess of dawn