Prompt: Coming undone | Word Count: 1200| Genre: Contemporary
“I bet your first trip to Paris was better than this,” Matthias traced his finger along a yellow, anonymous skull protruding from a mosaic of spare bones.
“Why would you say that?” I hoisted my heavy backpack up on my aching shoulders. “I have wanted to bring you here for years.” When he didn’t answer, I persisted, “really. If you would tell me what you want to see I’d be happy to take you-”
“I wonder what these people would think about having had a second burial,” he cut me off. “A wall made for show with everything else just dumped behind it. I think I would have just preferred the first time around, staying in my grave.”