The Taxidermist: Part 1It was a gathering like any other. Everyone dressed in black, mourning the loss of their beautiful baby girl. The crucifixes were everywhere. Thrown upon the walls as a ritual of safe passage to the Land often mentioned in ignorance. The lights were dim and the sobs muffled.
No matter the good wishes, regretful thoughts, and memories ridden with sorrow one mind stood apart from the rest. One mind darkened the already bleak halls of the church. The man at the altar said things such as, "God reserved a special place for our sweet young Annabelle"
I would tell you more of what was said, but I was hardly paying attention. She was so beautiful and pale. If there were a polite way to casually ask the mortician's name, I would have. Anyone who does that kind of work deserves to be congratulated. Her skin was flawless. Her make-up just as a pre-pubescent queen like her deserves. I could only see her from the waist up, but her figure was flawless from there, and I always was superb at connecting the dots.
I wanted nothing more than to fix her, though. Her eyes... He FLAWED her beautiful eyes! Precious orbs, wrapped in ivory. Perfectly powdered as to leave no mystery as to what precious gems lay beneath. The X's. The perfectly thin black lines were missing! An otherwise flawless work of art, RUINED by a simple absence!
I had a feeling no mortician, in spite of his self-worth, would have the moxie to include such a bold finish to a bold assignment. What man could do such things to a girl and forget the X's?!
Approaching the casket was something I had long been waiting for. Having all of the eyes staring into me actually hurt. You could basically hear them questioning who I was. This was obviously a close-knit family which is always bad news for me. It would mean I would shortly be ushered out and every second close to my sweet Annabelle was to be treasured. If I somehow was able to make it to that casket I would be satisfied.