There was an audible twang. Turning back, he wrinkled his brow in disgust. Four! Four perfectly placed stitches had torn loose so far. He was baffled and more than a bit annoyed. Peering at the remainder of the skein, he examined it for defects; it looked perfectly fine. He wrapped a short length around his fingers and gave a hard tug. He received nothing but resistance for his effort. A bit perplexed, his fingers slipped between her lips to remove the defective stitch; he inspected it thoroughly with a loop before discarding it with the others.
Making his way to the old apothecary cabinet his grandfather had used many years ago, he opened each draw until he finally found what he was looking for. Cat gut! Sometimes the old fashioned way was the only way. Threading the much thicker needle with the coarse sinew, he again finished the sutures. He stood and stared in consternation for a good ten minutes willing them to stay fast yet daring them to break free. Finally satisfied, he turned to reach for the clay and began the final stages of reconstruction.
Two hours later, after finishing the cosmetic details, he gazed down upon the face he had just rebuilt and was pleased with his efforts. He’d done a fine job of covering the blemishes and abused areas. She looked peaceful, but the sedative would soon wear off. After a brief wait, a slight murmur reached his ears; one eye began to tear open. As his grandfather used to say, ‘death was just around the corner, one had to always be prepared,’ though he doubted his grandfather had meant it in quite the same way.
With a deep sigh, he inserted a trocar into her femoral vein to drain the body, then moved to insert another into her brachial artery to introduce the embalming fluid. The art of embalming was one so few had the opportunity to appreciate. Apparently, she was not in an appreciative mood.
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April 23rd, 2014 at 11:21 am
Well…once again you pulled me…leading me to a very strong ending.
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April 25th, 2014 at 8:41 pm
Thank you, Charles! I actually had about another three-hundred words to this one, but at the last minute chose to cut it short. 🙂
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April 23rd, 2014 at 6:25 pm
funeral director – but – was she dead or alive?
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April 25th, 2014 at 8:46 pm
Alive or dead? Did you get lost and forget where you were for a moment? lol The dearly soon-to-be departed is alive until the very end when the trocar’s are inserted to begin the actual embalming process. :]
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April 25th, 2014 at 9:29 pm
Commendable flair of writing.
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April 28th, 2014 at 7:50 pm
Thank you very much! 🙂
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April 28th, 2014 at 9:07 pm
Aah, Nina, this is just wickedly delightful!! I clapped my hands together after reading this one…bravo, bravo!! More, more!!! 🙂
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May 20th, 2014 at 1:39 pm
Another odd-ball quirky thought that popped into my head. The corpse not being a corpse came about after the twanging. Thank you much for the encouraging words!!! ;]
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