Author of Dark Fiction
Day 9 of the Flash Fiction 10 for 10 Challenge: Cemetery Dance
Since Jack dumped her, Lilly had found solace in an odd pursuit—attending funerals. Cemeteries were such peaceful places. She has several local favorites, Rosewood with its large lacey trees and Pleasant Hill with its finely manicured lawns.
Today she decided to visit Tatum Ridge, which had tombstones dating back to the 1800’s, with a more recent section that accepted new arrivals. Here she marveled at the beautiful headstones carved into angels and stone benches set out for rest and reflection.
Lilly started noticing a young man at the funerals. He was pale with dark hair and always wore a tasteful black jacket and dark jeans, just the outfit for blending in. She noticed him noticing her, so she got up the nerve to talk with him. “I see you at a lot of these things.”
He brightened up. “I find them peaceful and reassuring, and it’s kind of my job to go to them.”
“I work for the funeral home—making sure everything goes off without a hitch.” He held out his hand. “I’m Sariel.”
She took it. “Lilly. Pleased to meet you.” These burials were from all different funeral homes, but his eyes burned into hers, drawing her in, so she didn’t question him.
Soon they were meeting for coffee, and their favorite pursuit was haunting the vintage cemeteries at night. They’d sit on the stone benches and talk, sometimes pretending they saw a ghost so they’d get scared enough to hold hands.
One night he suggested entering a crypt.
“I don’t know. That’s vandalizing, isn’t it?”
“It isn’t vandalizing when you have a key.” He held up an ornate skeleton key and gave a mischievous laugh.
“How did you get that?”
“I told you. It’s part of my job.”
Lilly went along with it, just because he was so delightful. Since she’d met Sariel she hadn’t given a thought to Jack.
He put the lock in the key and turned it. She was afraid there would be dead bodies lying around, but instead there were the carved figures of a man and woman resting on their backs in eternal peace. It reminded her of the tombs of Abelard and Heloise she’d seen in Paris. So romantic.
“Look at the workmanship on these.” He took her hand and guided it over the delicate face of the woman. So intense were her feelings that she turned around and kissed him. It was the most exquisite kiss she’d ever known in her life.
“You don’t really work for a funeral home, do you?”
“No, I’m an independent contractor you might say. I like to check up on my work.”
Suddenly she knew exactly what he was. “You help people over to the other side, don’t you?”
She grew more and more excited at hearing this. They sunk down onto the cold stone floor and made intense, passionate love.
Lilly was happy at last. What could be cooler than having a boyfriend who’s the Angel of Death?