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liptonrm_backupA little more post-apocalypse. Because reasons.
Smell
Her clothes still reeked of smoke. No matter what she did the scent wouldn’t go away. It wouldn’t let her forget.
Yesterday she burned her parents’ bodies.
They had lain upstairs in the sick bed, the bed where they died, for too long. Anne had lost days in the grip of her own fever, hadn’t realized that there was anything wrong until it was too late, until she walked into her childhood home and discovered them lying there. All she could think as she stood in that room and stared at that bed was that she wanted to go home.
In the end, burning had been the only option. She couldn’t leave them there, not like that, and she was still too weak to dig a hole deep enough to bury them both. Fire was her only option.
She almost couldn’t do it; their bodies were too heavy, their bed sheets too soiled. But by evening she stood in the backyard, covered in sweat and grime and other, fouler things, and watched her parents’ funeral pyre.
Her clothes still reeked of smoke. And she couldn’t forget.
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Smell
Her clothes still reeked of smoke. No matter what she did the scent wouldn’t go away. It wouldn’t let her forget.
Yesterday she burned her parents’ bodies.
They had lain upstairs in the sick bed, the bed where they died, for too long. Anne had lost days in the grip of her own fever, hadn’t realized that there was anything wrong until it was too late, until she walked into her childhood home and discovered them lying there. All she could think as she stood in that room and stared at that bed was that she wanted to go home.
In the end, burning had been the only option. She couldn’t leave them there, not like that, and she was still too weak to dig a hole deep enough to bury them both. Fire was her only option.
She almost couldn’t do it; their bodies were too heavy, their bed sheets too soiled. But by evening she stood in the backyard, covered in sweat and grime and other, fouler things, and watched her parents’ funeral pyre.
Her clothes still reeked of smoke. And she couldn’t forget.
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Date: 2012-09-20 03:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-09 07:27 pm (UTC)OMG. My heart kind of broke a little and yet, I still have the urge to flap my hands around because this is So Good.