Feb 4, 2023
I would like to thank
@nevermord for READING, LIKING,
REBLOGGING and COMMENTING ON
A GRAVE PROBLEM : a tale of
Classical Fantasy
of which he commented :
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I would like to thank
@nevermord for READING, LIKING,
REBLOGGING and COMMENTING ON
A GRAVE PROBLEM : a tale of
Classical Fantasy
of which he commented :
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK
@man1nblack76 for READING,
LIKING and REBLOGGING
A GRAVE PROBLEM
Tales to Read AFTER the lights are
OUT!
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK
@wind-the-mama-cat for
READING, LIKING and
REBLOGGING
A GRAVE PROBLEM
Tales to Read AFTER the lights are
OUT!
About A GRAVE PROBLEM
@nevermord READ, LIKED,
REBLOGGED and COMMENTED
on
A GRAVE PROBLEM
Tales to Read AFTER the lights are
OUT!
Of which he threatened :
I really ought to PUNish you for this. Perhaps throw you in the PUNgeon for a few days!
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That was PUNgent!
I would like to thank Delightfully EAGER BINGE READER
@furislupus for READING and LIKING
the Classical Fantasy tales
INCIDENT IN A DRAGON’S CAVE
A GRAVE PROBLEM
THE FROG AND THE PRINCE
LOST
AFTER GOD CAME CALLING!
I would like to thank
@wind-the-mama-cat for READING,
LIKING, and REBLOGGING the Classical
Fantasy story A GRAVE PROBLEM
About A GRAVE PROBLEM
@nevermord reblogged the story and groaned:
Have to admit that I stole that pun from “Through Time and Space with Ferdinand Feghoot” in a MAGAZINE OF SCIENCE FICTION AND FANTASY from some time in the early 1960s. It festered in my mind from then until now, when the boil finally ruptured into my tumbler!
A Grave Problem: Yet another Halloween tale!
A Grave Problem
By De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)
494 words (© Glen Ten-Eyck, 2015)
Written for Halloween, 2015
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Mortem Graves jingled the chains slightly and asked politely, “Would you mind explaining these, Chief?”
“Do you know why you are here, Mister Graves?”
“If I did, I would not be asking you why I am in chains, even though I have not been booked or charged, that I know of. From what little I do know, I am being detained but am not technically under arrest.
“I was at work, your bullies came up and dragged me away in chains. No rights read, no statement of charge or reason given for my treatment. That is not even legal.”
The Chief twisted his face sourly as he replied, “We have a difficult situation here. We are trying to find out if a crime has been committed or not.”
Mortem smiled as he pointed out, “If one has been committed, I cannot be arrested or charged for it. This business of illegal detention, chains, and your questioning me without a lawyer present have so contaminated the case that you would have nothing usable.
“In spite of that, perhaps if you do tell me what this farrago is all about, I would be inclined to help you out as well as I can.”
The Chief put his head in his hands. “What we have appears to be a grave robbery.”
Amused, Mortem jingled his chains again. “Appears to be? You don't know? I do have a guess now as to what the problem is! Take off these chains and I will be delighted to help out.”
Grimly, the Chief signaled. Emphatically, the second time. Finally, one of his men unlocked Mortem's fetters.
“Now, Mister Graves, what can you tell us?”
“I am a grave digger. With my name, it would have been nearly impossible to be anything else. What I suspect is that one of the graves in the Rigsby plot has been opened. Am I right?”
The Chief leaned back in his chair and regarded Mortem through slitted eyes. “How do you know that?”
“A fair question, Chief. I know the Rigsby family. They were originally from the Austro-Hungarian Empire, but fled as refugees to England during WWI. They changed the family name to Rigsby.
“They were required to leave England under unpleasant circumstances, accused, but not proved, of disturbing a graveyard. They emigrated to the US.
“They have lived quietly here ever since, in spite of the likely false claim of postmortem cannibalism.
“Recently, Ellen Rigsby died and was cremated in error. It was not her wish nor her family's. As a favor to them, I dug her a grave in the family plot and her urn was put with the other Rigsbys.”
The Chief growled, “Fascinating. What does this have to do with the Ellen's grave being disturbed?”
Mortem shook his head in wonder. “You don't get it? They were Hungarian in origin. They were accused of exhuming and eating the dead. Ellen was CREMATED.
“Whoever did it, wanted some genuine HUNGARIAN GHOUL-ASH!”