The grave digger's heart

Chapter 2

I could really use a smoke, I thought as I walked in the rain. It felt nice, the rain, but in a town like London it's hard to go a day with out thinking about a pipe waiting for you at your next destination.
I had ran out of my packet when I was crying over Ashley.
Maybe if I had money left over from my pocket watch, I could buy another packet.
With a sudden movement, I felt a hug around my waist.
"S'up asshole." I heard a voice say.
I looked down, and saw brown eyes look at me. It was Philp. We worked together. Philp had tan skin, and brown curly hair. He had a good few inches off of me.
"Hey fuckface." I said, smiling a bit. He let go, so he could walk better.
"So you're coming back?" He said.
"Yep."
"Good, I'm done digging your graves." Philp said, laughing a bit.
I laughed a bit.
We walked, and Philp talked about local gospel, and such things. About how the mayor's daughter was getting married, and how the only reason was was because she was already baring child. I rolled my eyes, as we turn the corner.
"You don't believe it?" Philp said, more than asked.
I shrugged.
"I don't know, to me most of it seems like bull shit. Mostly told by lonely kitchen maidens." I said, lowing my voice a bit when we passed the mayor's house.
Philp shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." He said.
"But at least we could trust Old Man Tick."
With out another second, we bust out laughing. Old Man Tick was well an old man, but he would always tell stories about far off lands with witches, and magic. How he was asked to dance with the Kings daughter, and how he saved the queen and that she was his first love.
Most people in the town didn't believe him, but me and Philp like to sometimes buy him a pint, and hear him talk.
With a sudden cough, we looked to see.
It was a high class lady, and she was doing one of those things where they look like they are clearing their mouth, when really their like do you mind, witch really mean shut the fuck up.
I fucking hated those people.
Just because you are upset, doesn't mean I have to be.
We, me and Philp, got a lot of people at our job like that.
We don't mind, kinda.
We walk into the grave yard, and to the small building.
We saw Chaf, and he was working on an old man.
I'm kinda glad I only sighed graves, not have to work the corpse.
I grabbed my bandages and gloves.
I wrapped, them around my hands.
"So, how many?" Philp asked.
The pale man shrugging, his pale sharp blue eyes are still fixed on his handy work.
"About 5," he said, we both look. 'Okay, not bad'
"Each." He finished. You are kidding. Philp looks at me, a look of upsets and woes.
I slid on my gloves.
"People need to stop dieing, or go pagan." I said, as I walked out and grabbed my mouth cloth, and my shovel.
The rain had stopped raining, and the party we saw early was leaving. The woman glanced at me, she hated me and I was okay with that.
I was kinda used to it. I mean I was a grave digger.
To most people I'm burying their dead family.
The graves that had to be dugged were marked with a black flag.
I like looking at the grave stones. I feel as if I were playing god. In a way, at least.
I get to chose where you get to be put into the ground.
The first one I see, is a small one.
Jake Killable
June 23, 5678- July 19, 5680
Loving son
It was for a boy that was only 2 years old. I guess things like this was sad.
So I stared to dig, and as I digged I found myself humming a tune.
The shovel felt weird in my hand, but soon felt normal.
I had taken too long off.
As I digged, I did the math.
5 graves
10 bottles per grave
.50 bottles per smoke pack
And who knows what's the watch will coast.
It seemed as if I had enough, maybe. I would also have to pay for food, water, and wood.
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When I was done digging the grave, I placed a blue flag by the black one.
Me and Philp use that so we could know who dug what.
But it was mainly for Chaf.
We had known less, we would have said he was mad. Chaf isn't bad, he is like old man tick.
Quite, and an insider. I moved on to find the next grave.
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I had finshed before Philp, long before. It was around noon, and the sky was still missing the sun.
I headed to the shed.
The shed was kinda like a break room in the grave yard.
If it was cold, or raining, or anything like that, we would go inside. It had a window, so you could see who came in and out of the grave yard. Well, I wouldn't call it a window, it was more of the top part of a door, that could swing open and close. On good days, Philp would keep it open, and on bad days I would lock it.
There wasn't much inside, besides a few chairs, a table on the wall, some papers, pens, files, and food me and Philp stored away for rainy days.
I walked in, and closed the door. I sat down at the table by the window.
I didn't feel like eating.
I found paper, and a pen.
Also, I forgot to mention. I sketch sometimes, and Philp likes to tape them on the walls.
For what reason, I have no idea.
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Soon, a knock brought me out of my mind.
I looked up, and saw Lester at the window. Lester was pale, and had blue eyes. He also had freckles, like me. His hair was shaved, and on the top was hair flowing its own laws.
"Nice hair cut, Night." He said, he had Scottish accent, with a hint of London in it.
"Thanks. Philp is still working." I said.
"That's good, I guess." He said, looking around sheepishly.
"Whys that?" I asked.
He pulled out a box that have a velvet coat on it. He opened it open. Inside was a golden ring, it shined bright in the dim lighting.
"Do you think he'll like it?" Lester asks.
Philp and Lester have been dating for 4 years now, and it was a funny way they met too.
Lester was at a funeral, and Philp, being a flirt he was, well flirted with Lester. To his surprise, Lester waved back. Soon, the two met, and things went on and on.
"Hell, he'll love it." I said, smiling to Lester.
Lester signed, happy with his choice.
"Lester, where are you." I hear some one shout. They had a thick Scottish accent.
"Over here." He shouted back.
Soon, I saw a girl come around the corner, shyly. She had a boy cut style hair that was bronze red.
She had green hair, and goggles on top of her head.
She was hiding behind Lester, not used to the land around her.
"LESTER!!" I heard Philp shout as he ran to the small group. Lester hugged him, and spun him in the air bit.
  This took away the girls shield of protection.
I looked at her, and then at the cupole and a smile grew on my lips.
I could see that she was blushing out of the corner of my eye.
But soon the reunion was cut short, for Chaf had walked over.
There was a small smirk on his face, and Lester and Philp broke apart. It was a bit odd to be happy at a grave yard.
Chaf held a list in his hands. He walked over to me, and held it out.
"I already made a count of them, and where they are," he reached into his large coat pocket. He grabbed out a bag of money.
"Here's your paycheck." He said, handing me one, and then tossing other to Philp.
I unfolded to paper.
5 red roses
8 black rose
5 lilles
3 lavender
12 white roses
It was list of flowers. For extra money, I would dry and persevere some of the flower. This was a list of the ones that needed to be.
"Thanks." I said, still looking over the list. Chaf smilies, and walked off.
I put the pice of paper in my pocket, right with my pocket watch.
"Food?" Lester asked, and we both shook out head yes.
We walked off, into the town, to find a small coffee shop.
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Hey guys, it's me. I know I haven't been writing a lot lately. I'm really sorry. This is a new story I'm trying out, so tell me what you guys think.
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