@VisualInspiration ... After Covid 27's devastating start, we've found a need to revitalize our long-closed Heavenly Hills cemetary. For the surviving grounds staff with questions, we've hired Eustis for chamber reclamation.
Please remember that he's technically classed as 'near-dead', so he won't be required to mask up due to his triple filtered mechano-biologic pump taking over all primary lung functions.
Lastly, our friends and family discount has been discontinued until demand slows down.
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Father Dorrell told him he wouldn’t have to come tonight. He got his wages though, but he’d have an evening off, as a reward for all his good work, and he was encouraged to go to Pincie’s and have a pint or two. So off he went but halfway there, he remembered he’d left his hat a the chapel so he walked back to the graveyard.
The ceremony had already begun, with the priest in his finest attire. The congregation was peculiar: Solely men with coat collars up and the hat pulled low over their faces. Did they even have faces? He couldn’t discern. And the stench! These people were dressed like gentleman but they smelled like a bunch of fishmongers and tanners. However, the most unsettling sight was the oversized, crudely constructed casket, fortified with iron belts and ferrules. Who would rest in such an ugly coffer? He considered stepping closer but when one of the strangers played Pie Jesu on the harmonium, the others stood up and emitted horrendously croaking noises like a derisive caricature of singin. It was terrifying.
All he wanted was to grab his hat and leave. But when the first iron belt snapped and the wooden planks began to burst, he ran off and never came back. #writingprompt #microfiction
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