'The Bone Man' by Awen Thornber

They shivered.
The moon shone on their innocent faces.
‘Why does the moon remind you of the Bone Man uncle Frank?
Franco settled on the end of their bed, his face hidden from the moonlight, but nevertheless, casting a faint shadow on the bedroom wall.
He whispered, and they leant in towards him.
‘They slipped into Liverpool on small sail ships, steered by the light of the moon. The human cargo had endured rough and stormy seas, many were left weakened by the journey. Promised a better life. As they disembarked the Bone Man lined them up in the moonlight, segregated the healthy from the weak.’
He paused.
‘The weak were unpaid and worked to death in quarries. Cheap labour. The healthy were herded to a warehouse at the dock.’
He made a slashing motion, with his hand on his neck.
Their eyes opened wide as they shrank back into their bed covers.
‘Why?’
‘He sold their organs for research, stored their bones in trunks, that was how he was discovered. The sculpture outside your house is in memory of the dead… Good night kids.’
In his workshop, Frank made ash from bones. Ash had so many uses, he wouldn’t have to store them, he could sell them too.



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Comments

  1. Good job! This should be expanded to a short story! I want to read more about the young man talking to Uncle Frank. Interesting you did not name him! Makes it unique! really enjoyed!

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