Sewing Up The Dead—Story of A Mortician
Making Dead Bodies Beautiful, simply that was his job. Harold was no that much font of the name Mortician, it sounded like some kind of science guy. He considered himself an artist. He is painting a portrait of the dead with tissue builders and some wide variety of unconventional tools.
He was always waiting for the worst to happen, like when it's hard to find where the eyes and nose are placed. There have been bodies which are beyond repair, it was hard for making them as good as before. But he has done some exceptional work at this kind of situations.
In that afternoon Harold was laying on the couch at the entrance room of the office, in the morning there was a work of young lady at her 20's. He still remembers her father crying when he came, she was their last hope.
She died in an accident while she was going to college, hit by a bus. The body was in some kind of vulgar state, not the worst one Harry has seen. He has done some really good work there, he asked for some old photos of her and observed her fashion. He was good at it.
When the father had seen her daughter after Harry's work, he cried loudly. She was just like as before, the makeup on the chin, the eyelids, everything.
Harry woke up from the slumber by the sound of someone hitting the door, it was an old lady.
"Who died?" Harold asked without a little bit of hesitation.
"Nobody". She replied in a smiling face.
"Then you are at a wrong place" He replied that and he was trying to close the door.
"Claire sent me, she wanted to see you", she told that and the next moment she was gone.
That made some kind of change in Harry's face, he wasn't expecting it. Last time they met she told that she will only talk to him only after quitting his job at this Funeral Home.
He wasn't this much of a tough person before, it's after the death of his mom. He wanted to do be her mortician but the family stopped him. He cried a lot that day, and never cried after that. She was the only one he was more close to. Even from Claire, he kept a distance.
He stayed at the office for a few more hours for another guy to come. He left office and now walking on the streets. He looked at the watch it's 4: 30, he confused about visiting her. He knew that he has nothing to talk to her. But now he feels some kind of changes in his mind, he went near her apartment and started thinking again.
He doesn't know why he left the street and directed towards his home. Still, he couldn't find a good reason to talk to her.
He entered his room and without changing his clothes, he went to bed this evening. These days are very much sleepy for him.
Some phone ringing made him wake up from the slumber, he could hear it making some loud noise which's hard to ignore. He picked up the call, it was from the funeral home. It was some kind of urgent—so he left the home and walked towards the office in a half-sleep state.
He could see a young guy standing outside and smoking, from the look in his face he smelled something bad.
"What's the Case?" He asked the one at the office who was waiting for him.
"A lady jumped off from the 2nd floor of her apartment, the pathologists are taking care of her at the hospital. They say that the body is a little bit awkward. The family wanted everything fast, they sent that guy in the outside for the arrangements in here. This is her ID and the file"
He handed over the papers to harry, Harry was shocked for a second. It's Claire, he felt like the whole world is turning around in the opposite. He sat at the chair in the reception area.
He suddenly picked up the phone, he was calling someone.
"Hello James, it's me. Who's doing the autopsy of Claire?." He asked this in a hurry.
"Claire..., the one who fell from the top floor?"
"Yeah, it's her."
"It's Alan who's doing the autopsy, he told me that something unusual with the story the family is telling. Do you know her?" James replied.
"Yeah, I know her. What's unusual ?" He wanted to know more.
"It doesn't look like a suicide, there is some kind of marks on her body—which shows some kind of struggling" James was also anxious when he said this.
"A murder" Harry's face looked like he already knew that.
[Story Continues]
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