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Tuesdays With Me and Glee — 2
Shall we play a game for two or what ever shall we do?
(This is a continuation of a fiction story that I started last Tuesday with the intention of adding more to it every Tuesday.)
Part 1 —
The days were long and monotonous, but morbidly satisfying.
The nights were finally starting to grow shorter again after winter had reached its peak, which meant her long days became even longer, filled with even more monotony.
Sareena wondered if she would feel more satisfied in morbid ways.
Her father didn’t let them play music when they worked.
He said that it disturbed the dead.
She sometimes wondered if he was referring to the cadavers or himself.
Soon, Sareena would be 12 years old, and she knew what that meant, even though no one had told her.
She knew.
When she was younger, she used to think of ways she could try to get out of it, but no matter what she schemed, she could think of nothing foolproof.
She was no fool, but she sure felt like one.
Something had to work, or she would end up dead, just like the rest of them.
At least, that’s what she thought.
As she got older, things began to change-
she changed.
Ten years had gone by in what seemed the blink of an eye.
Sareena was now running the funeral home that had been in her family for three generations.
As much as she cursed the smell of formaldehyde, methanol and other liquids whose essences had perfused her clothing, hair and skin, there was a part of her that secretly got off on it.
Gasoline, paint thinner, cigarette smoke…the unusual list goes on.
It was so unladylike.
Didn’t matter…she never liked the idea, let alone the reality, of being a lady.
When Sareena finally started her menses at 16 years old, she cried for a month straight.
She knew what was coming for her-
what was coming for them all.
By the time she was 18 years old she could feel it start to grow inside of her.
She called it Glee —
because, like many other deadly and dangerous things that made her sick, it made her smile more.
And these days smiles were getting harder and harder to come by.
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