Writing Prompt – Day 37
**If you are new to Writing Prompt Pal, click here before reading any further!**
Good morning!
Are you ready for today’s prompt?
Unlike yesterday, I’m sticking to the 15-minute timer today, I promise lol!
Shout out to https://rebloggersandwritingprompts.wordpress.com/ for sending me the prompt to use! Thank you Jace! (:
Alright, get ready & here we go!
Whatever building you enter, you can see all of the people who died there.
My example :
I brace myself. Out of all the worst places to be, the funeral home is it – not taking into account the actual reason a funeral home is used. Obviously, death is terrible, but for me it has a whole new meaning. It doesn’t mean they are gone; they are just simply crossed over into another dimension. And for me, it never means I won’t see them again.
I have to pay my respects even though I really don’t want to go there. It’s going to be packed even though my aunt wanted a private showing – ten people tops. That makes my mom, my dad, my grandma, my sister, my other aunt, my uncle, my two cousins, my aunt’s best friend, and me.
As I approach the door, I can already see people hanging around the ashtray. The door is held open for me which is nice.
“Good evening mam,” the man nods.
I smile softly. “Thank you.”
I walk in and immediately I feel crowded. The man takes my coat and hangs it for me. I go over to sign my name on the paper. I shake my head at myself and let out a quiet laugh.
Why am I signing this paper?
No-one is going to take this home. But I am feeling overwhelmed by the crowded room and not thinking straight.
A lady I’ve seen only once bumps into me by accident. She smiles politely and walks into the next room where my parents are. I head that way.
“Hi honey,” my mom says.
“Hi mom,” I say. I hug her real tight; she’s my comfort.
She looks at me with that sympathetic look. She knows what I’m going through, logically at least. “You doing okay honey? I know funeral homes overwhelm you.”
“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. God mom, your sister. How are you doing right now?”
“Believe it or not,” she says, nearing closer to my ear. I have to strain to hear what she says next.
I chuckle. She never did much care for Aunt Lula. My mom is right, it’s kind of a relief she’s gone. It’s a terrible thing to say of course, but it’s true. Aunt Lula judged everyone and demanded we all do everything for her. She was quite exhausting.
I freeze when I feel as if someone is breathing down my neck. No, please no, I think to myself.
I turn slowly.
Why wouldn’t it be none other than Aunt Lula.
I knew it. And I’m sure she heard my mom whispering in my ear. As much as we didn’t much like her, we still would never want to disrespect the dead. Dead – such a harsh word isn’t it? I’d like to come up with a new word for them. I thought about calling them roamers but that just sounds sad. Like they are trapped here, roaming like zombies, and can’t find their way home.
That’s not what they are. Trust me, they are lively just like the rest of us. Just most of us can’t see them. Usually, I only see them in the buildings in which they passed away in, with the exception of the funeral homes. Most like to pay respects to the recently deceased so they gather here for the showings.
“I heard that,” my aunt sneers.
I give her an apologetic look. I am so ready to go home.
I get overstimulated as it is with humans that are alive, I couldn’t imagine having to deal with both sides too haha! Omg, if you get overstimulated too, let me know about it in the comments below!
How’d you do pals?!
I would love to read how yours turned out! Share yours in the comment section below!
& Stay tuned for another prompt tomorrow! (:
If you enjoyed this & want more prompts, hit the like button & subscribe below for notifications so you never miss a new post!
Writing Prompt Pal 