“You sure you don’t wanna stop at the bar tonight to grab a drink? The atmosphere of the bar is such a break from the doom and gloom of this funeral home,” insisted the Director.
“I appreciate it, really, but no thank you,” I said as I clutched the roll of newspaper in my fists. I’m far too thrilled at the fact that this is even with me right now.
“Alright alright. Make sure you tell the wife I said hello,” said the Director.
“I will,” I whispered as I scurried out the door. I rushed to my car, put the bone and my bag in the trunk, and left. ______________________________________________________________________________________
It was a chilly night. Earlier in the day, it was much warmer so I only wore a light coat. The season was starting to transition once again and the leaves were starting to fall off trees. The nice parts of autumn never seemed to last long enough.
Now, it was only me and the virring of the car engine. Wind blew against the windows, almost so that it sounded like little whispers.
“Youuuuu…. ,” the wind whispered, “Youuu….”
It was nearly just as realistic sounding as a human’s.
“Wh..y..yy?,” the wind questioned.
The wind compelled me to have a conversation with it.
“I do it because so much of the human body goes to waste every single day. Every part of the body can be reused and recycled. The skin can be turned into leather n' such."
I waited for the wind to respond, but it stayed quiet so I continued.
“Sure, it’s illegal. According to the law, it’s the mishandling of a corpse, but at this point I’ve lost all care for it. When you’re surrounded by bodies every day, it becomes less and less disturbing to the point that you’re totally desensitized. I think noth-”