Creative Writing: John Lloyd's Funeral

The ominous breeze spread a blanket of silence over the once picturesque Victorian graveyard. The leaves on the trees swayed back and forth with a soft moan of the branches. The grass even displayed a sense of death and decay, patches that resembled chemical burns now marred the once lush rolling hills of old St. Georges Prebyterian Churchyard. Gathered on a humid Sunday afternoon stood a small group of mourners, appropriately dressed in their best while a priest recited some closing words for the service. John Lloyd had never anticipated this sudden turn of events, the death of his father hit him like a brick and even as they lay his body to rest amongst friends and neighbors he still struggled with the reality. John …show more content…

If there’s anything I can help you with please, let me know.” At that Jenkins turned with a swift motion and disappeared into a sea of black mourners. “An epidemic..” John said aloud. That evening the old Lloyd farm was a moratorium, the cows, horses and even sheep all lay silent. The sounds of other wildlife in the nearby forest were dead as well. No birds, no squirrels and no one had spotted any deer for months. Carol Lloyd sat at the makeshift oak kitchen table lamenting over a photo of her late husband. “Your father was real proud of you, you know that?” she exclaimed towards John’s questioning eyes. “So I’ve been told.” “It’s as shame you weren’t here for his final days..it all came on so quickly.” “You know old man Jenkins was...” “Oh phew! Old man Jenkins is crazier then the day is long, what’s he trying to tell you this time?.” “He mentioned that this could be part of a bigger epidemic, he said 7 people have passed away all within the past week.” “So?” exclaimed Carol. “People die all the time on this god given earth.” “Seven people in a week? That’s highly unlikely, you have to admit.” “It no longer matters what got …show more content…

The food depository had served it’s purpose, after the depletion of the nutrients in the soil. Scientists had discovered and patented a seed that would grow food in any type of climate. For years, Palerma had relied on it’s grain and vegetable production as its main exports. Now, all of that had changed due to the invention of Soilies. Soilies were bio engineered non degradable seeds genetically made to endure any type of weather hardship. No drought, no problem! Soilies would still provide food for the masses. “Why we got’ be out here again? Ain’t like no one gonna steal they precious food supply or nothin’” Olly wailed. “Shut your trap, be thankful we’re gettin’ paid for this and we’re not all going hungry. Soilies saved us all.” exclaimed Riktor. “Yea, yea, yea so you’ve said. Soilies, heh. What kind of dumb ol’ name is that?” “What kind of dumb old name is Olly?” Riktor retorted. “I’ll have you know I was named after my great great gran’ daddy he..” “Shhh!” Riktor exclaimed. “You hear that?” “Oh now you just pullin’ my leg.” “No! I heard something. Be quiet you fool!” Out in a distance a was a shadowy figure, neither men could make out