Prompt 95.5.C - Dead Things Shouldn't Be Pretty
Death is ugly. The physical act of a body giving out. Or worse, being taken out by someone or something. Jo has seen enough death to know that it's never a pretty thing. And that's not even counting the emotions. Rage. Guilt. Fear. Sorrow. All ugly feelings.
So entering the cemetary on a routine salt and burn and being confronted with a field of yellow flowers is incongruent in Jo's mind. The flowers seem to be mocking her with their bright, cheery presence. She can practically hear them saying 'we're alive and healthy and all of these people are rotting away underneath us.'
Of course the grave she wants is near the flowers. She tries her best to ignore them as she digs. It's hard, grueling work, especially for a girl of her size. She swigs from a water bottle she had the foresight to bring and tries to wipe the sweat from her forehead without streaking dirt across her face.
She is unsuccessful. Not that it really matters. She doesn't anticipate running in to anyone in a cemetary at three in the morning that she would be less likely to stab than try to impress.
When she finally strikes the coffin with her shovel and takes a few minutes to rest. Her eyes drift to the flowers, which are still mocking her in the moonlight. They're fresh and pretty; she is weary and smells like she hasn't showered in days. She drains her water bottle and uses the shovel to bust open the casket. The human remains are ghastly and she forces herself to look away, rummaging in her knapsack for lighter fluid and matches. She hopes that this man will be able to rest in peace after this.
The fire burns bright and fast. Jo inhales the sharp, familiar scent of the smoke. It's familiar, almost comforting. When the fire dies out and the remains are destroyed, assuring the former inhabitant a restful afterlife, she turns and eyes the flowers. She's still got plenty of accelerant and matches and it's so tempting to burn them and make the cemetary as ugly as she thinks it should be.
But she refrains. She doesn't want to accidentally destroy anything. So she leaves the flowers to mock the next person who comes along.
Muse: Jo Harvelle
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 384
Reference: Picture
So entering the cemetary on a routine salt and burn and being confronted with a field of yellow flowers is incongruent in Jo's mind. The flowers seem to be mocking her with their bright, cheery presence. She can practically hear them saying 'we're alive and healthy and all of these people are rotting away underneath us.'
Of course the grave she wants is near the flowers. She tries her best to ignore them as she digs. It's hard, grueling work, especially for a girl of her size. She swigs from a water bottle she had the foresight to bring and tries to wipe the sweat from her forehead without streaking dirt across her face.
She is unsuccessful. Not that it really matters. She doesn't anticipate running in to anyone in a cemetary at three in the morning that she would be less likely to stab than try to impress.
When she finally strikes the coffin with her shovel and takes a few minutes to rest. Her eyes drift to the flowers, which are still mocking her in the moonlight. They're fresh and pretty; she is weary and smells like she hasn't showered in days. She drains her water bottle and uses the shovel to bust open the casket. The human remains are ghastly and she forces herself to look away, rummaging in her knapsack for lighter fluid and matches. She hopes that this man will be able to rest in peace after this.
The fire burns bright and fast. Jo inhales the sharp, familiar scent of the smoke. It's familiar, almost comforting. When the fire dies out and the remains are destroyed, assuring the former inhabitant a restful afterlife, she turns and eyes the flowers. She's still got plenty of accelerant and matches and it's so tempting to burn them and make the cemetary as ugly as she thinks it should be.
But she refrains. She doesn't want to accidentally destroy anything. So she leaves the flowers to mock the next person who comes along.
Muse: Jo Harvelle
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 384
Reference: Picture
