Non-Fiction Short Story Prose for Windsor U - The Divers ' Mummy Curse

My Mummy Doesn’t Love Me: A True Prose Poem About A Diver's Curse. Three Down, Two To Go By Stephen Weir. November, 20. 2021 I have to ask you something. It is not like you are doing anything anyway is it? Besides, who doesn’t want to talk about hearses and modern day Egyptian death curses? Look at my back; do you see the tiny monkey? It may seem small but it weighs heavier than the Sphinx. It has been there for a decade and killed four dive buddies in a blink. Oh, this is the truth, but you’re not feeling brave? Call it a waking nightmare that comes from the wrong side of the grave. All of the deaths were underwater. All caused by a ghostly Egyptian mummy stalker. We were a crew of five standing in Cairo’s White Desert saddled with cameras, lights, and a pyramid of dive gear. Oh and guess what else? Ten cases of Molson Beer. We were to be the first TV crew to film a death ship deep down in the nearby Red Sea. Our dive boat was late; we had time to explore a pyramid with the tou