Water Lily
« Reply #2 on: May 30, 2020, 05:12:19 PM »
The night sky was shrouded in clouds, breaking open to a light rain as she reached the graveyard. A bouquet of lilies was held in hand, a worried and irritated frown forming on her lips. Another was waiting for her, smoking despite the rain that had begun, as if not even the weather could move him to an action he disliked.
"Good, bad luck not to leave flowers."
Squinting in the darkness, the flame from his cigarette lighting up his cruel features only briefly, she walks towards him with bouquet in hand, held awkwardly. Gesturing to the graveyard, she asks, "Visitin' someone special?"
Turning, the man who sooner belongs in a brothel as the owner than a graveyard heads off for the graves. "We are."
The dimly lit graveyard always held an eerie feeling for her, paired with the fact she hadn't visited in years. Trying to avoid the crawling of her skin with their moonless walk, she responds as casually as she can. "Didn't take you for the sentimental type."
Looking for something in particular, they wandered seemingly aimlessly as she followed him blindly into the night. "I'm not, but I do believe rituals hold deep importance."
After small talk, they made their way through the graves to the oldest part of the cemetery. As bid by her new companion, she placed the lilies before a long forgotten gravestone.
Today was the best day so far in her young life. Fifth Day. Seven years of age, she ran through the streets with a five-year-old in tow. The morning sun shone down on them favorable, the streets thankfully free of any bodies this dawn. "Hurry, Capucine! He's goin' to catch us!"
Giggling in glee, enjoying the brief moment of freedom they have in their oppressive world, the two girls were chased by a burly man. Plain in appearance, he had the muscles and tanned skin of a hard worker, his hair and eyes the same dull shade of brown. Panting, he sped up and grabbed each one, the children never having a chance to outrun him.
Holding a small girl in each arm, he grinned wildly as the smaller one cried, "No! He caught us!" Turning with his squirming charges held firmly to him, he released a boisterous laugh. "Yes, and now we must take you back to get dressed. The foreman doesn't give us every fifth day off, but I convinced him this time so let's make the most of it, hmm? If you're good, I'll give you each a flower."
The eyes of both girls lit up at the mention of the pretty flora they normally never had time to pick or weren't allowed to touch. "Flowers?! You mean it, pa?" The small brunette held in his right arm widened her multicolored eyes in excitement. The smaller redhead in his left arm raised her arms in victory towards the sky, doe brown eyes filled with glee. "Flowers!" She exclaims.
After a few minutes of walking through the slums, the man carrying them carefully avoiding the worst parts of it as best he can, they reach their house. Each girl was set down on the ground after entering, the tiny brunette bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement. Too small to see what was on the table next to them, the large man picked something up and then leaned down, tucking a yellow tulip into fiery red locks.
"A tulip for my Tulipucine," the man grinned before getting another flower, this one a startling shade of white. Pristine. Not even a single scratch was found on the flower. With more care, he tucked it behind the older of the two children's ear as she smiled brightly. "And a lily for my Julily."
Finishing her cigarette as the memories overcome her, she tosses the bud onto the ancient stone in front of her. Not one for respecting the dead it seems. Standing, the brunette grabs her drenched coat and throws it back on before heading outside the forlorn crypt.
Walking past the gravestones, she stopped, turning back around. It was daylight now, the sunlight illuminating a decayed gravestone with only dead leaves blanketing it. The flowers, the lilies, that she had placed before it not moments prior were nowhere to be seen.
'If it's bad luck to not leave flowers, what does it mean for the flowers to be taken?'
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