Skeleton Dance

What a Pleasure

Now the average person would've screamed and ran out, or maybe fainted, or possibly have had a heart attack. But Lucille was not the average person, and death was an old friend that always lurked by her side.

On any occasion.

At her father's funeral day it lurked and had it's hand on her shoulder, in the place her father should have been, while her mother held her tiny hand. Or on the day she locked herself up in her bedroom because her mother had cried and screamed herself drunk again and had become abusive. It came really close when her mother was torn from her life and Lucille had been sent live with her parents close friends. 

It was especially strong in this house. Death seemed to lurk in every corner. This house had belonged to Lucille's grandparents; or at least that's what they told her.

And now, here she stood, looking death in the face. She had done this many times, even in her dreams. But this time it was different, this time she wouldn't cry or get so angry all she saw was red. She wouldn't let death steal her breath too.

So all she did was stand still. She stood so still her eyes glassed over.

Then it was like Death had gave her a pat forward because suddenly, as if a smack to the face she realized that an actual pet of death was in front of her.

She almost squealed.

"I'm not crazy,'' the back of her head whispered, echoing out through her thoughts making her mouth almost smile. But those muscles hadn't been used in awhile, and it almost hurt to try, so she smiled on the inside. Well, more like she partied on the inside.

Lucille let her eyes scan down the skeleton's body and noticed how everything connected, but seemed to be held together by a force greater than gravity. Seeing as the skeleton was crossing it's arms and somehow giving her an annoyed look, Lucille guessed it was sass.

"I'm guessing this is your room that I've wondered into," Lucille said, sarcasm dripping from her words.

The skeleton stared straight at, the only movement was a slight twitch of the finger. Keeping eye contact the skeleton slowly said, "Actually, you have. And I'd like you to leave.''

Lucille looked around the room. The window gave the best view of the front and was possible the biggest on the floor, but guessing by the looks of the skeleton it would probably fight her for the room. And Lucile came to the conclusion that a fight wouldn't be worth her time.

"Okay.''

"Wait,'' the skeleton said, "Really?''

"Yeah,'' Lucille had already made it to the other side of the room and was putting the covers on the bed back into a box.

"You don't mind?'' 

Lucille stopped. She wished she could say that honestly say didn't mind but something tugged at her heart. Something told her to turn around and yell sike, then stay and be stubborn. But she just swallowed the feeling and began packing once again.

"No.'' Lucille stooped and stood abrupt, "I don't mind. If I minded I would've stayed.'' Lies have always come easily to her, why wouldn't they now?

"Okay,'' the skeleton said drawing out word much longer than necessary. "But before you go,'' the skeleton added taking notice that Lucille was already out the door and heading to the room across the hall, "we should set some rules.''

"Why,'' Lucille said turning around and facing the pile of living bones, "I won't step into your room and you'll do the same. So you can cross 'rules' off your list.''