There are many times that I’ve written things down and lost them. Prior to doing so, sometimes I shared them on my social media to be rediscovered later.

This piece of microfiction was in my Facebook memories.

There’s a bell ringing in the cemetery across the way. No one has been buried there in over a hundred years. Still – every night someone begs to be let out of their coffin, half-rotten, desperate not to be forgotten.