She was a beautiful, young Irish maid, working in a wealthy English household. Her employer’s oldest son fell in love with her. When he announced intentions to marry her, his parents said they would disown him. He married her anyway. Then, bride and groom ran away to live happily ever after. “Her name was Mary Cordial,” my maternal grandmother Marilyn Matilda Dietz told me, that distinct glimmer of pleasure in her eyes—the one she always had when she retold this story. “And you are her legacy.”

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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

NO NEED FOR GHOSTS • by Sarah Wilson | Every Day Fiction

The Colonel Josiah Smith Cemetery, East Moriches, New York

I've written for (click here, if you dare), and I pop back into the site frequently to read. The following story made such an impression on me, I couldn't forget it... although I confess that I could not remember the title. Today, I went back and ran various words--dead, headstone, etc.--through the search field until it popped up. Since the story is so beautifully written (like poetry, said one reviewer) and is relevant to the topics covered here, I'll post the link for your reading enjoyment:

NO NEED FOR GHOSTS • by Sarah Wilson | Every Day Fiction - The once a day flash fiction magazine.

What do you think the dead are doing now? Post below, and let me know.