When the Grass Whispered

Empty Shells

She stomped her way through the bushes. Coming up once more on the main road. She made it up to a lonely Street lamp and waited. Sooner or later a small trundling trolly showed up and she stepped onto the back of it. She walked down the length of the car. Pausing at the end to grip the hand of an elderly lady. Her name was Mrs. Elsenat. She was a pleasant woman who always road the trolly up to the library. She sat down next to her. And grinned. "Is anything wrong, Clara dear?" "No not at all Mrs. Elsenat. Just tired that's all." "You over work yourself dear. Try to take it easy." " I will. I promise." Clara said. The peculiar pair sat in silence. Up untill Mrs. Elsenat got up to leave. From her carpet bag Clara pulled a small parcel wrapped in brown paper. Mrs. Elsenat smiled before getting off. Then the trolly continued it's well worn journey into the fog. Clara got out her phone and flipped it open. One new message. From her best friend Jamie. It read,  New cadaver. Might be fun! Clara smiled. She loved it when a body was fresh. It always seemed more hopeful. Like they were loved. Rather than if they were old and not found for a while. Someone cared enough to wonder where they were. She got off the trolley, and walked up the cobblestone to the iron wrought gate to the mourge and cemetry. Striding into the lobby she moved to one of the side rooms and changed into some scrubs. Rubbing hand sanitizer into her hands she walked into the main part of the mourge she saw something she never expected.