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[For Elvis, set after Jan 25]
Jan. 25th, 2018 06:13 pmSara isn't dead but she might as well be. There doesn't seem to be any difference when it comes to the disappearances in Darrow, save for the fact that for a few there are graves for their loved ones to mourn.
Serena hasn't visited Edith's graveside often but it seems as good a day as any. The line she'd used to contact one of her only friends reaches nowhere and it doesn't take a visit to her home to know that she's gone. Serena just knows, that sinking, all-consuming feeling staying with her a she calls for George's sitter and makes her way to the cemetery, rugged up as she purchases flowers along the way.
They're so yellow they don't quite seem real but nothing has for a very long time, maybe even longer than since before her arrival. She tries not to look too downcast as she leaves them beside the gravestone, gently brushing away loose dirt with her hands.
The cold stings her fingers but it's worth it as she sits back and then stands after a moment, heading toward the roadway so she can find her way to a bus stop that will take her home.
At least that's her intention until she spots a family sight: that of Elvis' hearse. At least she thinks it's his. Around here, they all look the same, just like the mourners that surround them in black and grey.
The hearse is empty and the nearby burial seems to be over, so Serena decides it won't be untoward to head on over and see if he's around. The last time they'd spoken, there had been something refreshing about how easily they spoke about death when she'd spent so much of her life doing the opposite.
Serena hasn't visited Edith's graveside often but it seems as good a day as any. The line she'd used to contact one of her only friends reaches nowhere and it doesn't take a visit to her home to know that she's gone. Serena just knows, that sinking, all-consuming feeling staying with her a she calls for George's sitter and makes her way to the cemetery, rugged up as she purchases flowers along the way.
They're so yellow they don't quite seem real but nothing has for a very long time, maybe even longer than since before her arrival. She tries not to look too downcast as she leaves them beside the gravestone, gently brushing away loose dirt with her hands.
The cold stings her fingers but it's worth it as she sits back and then stands after a moment, heading toward the roadway so she can find her way to a bus stop that will take her home.
At least that's her intention until she spots a family sight: that of Elvis' hearse. At least she thinks it's his. Around here, they all look the same, just like the mourners that surround them in black and grey.
The hearse is empty and the nearby burial seems to be over, so Serena decides it won't be untoward to head on over and see if he's around. The last time they'd spoken, there had been something refreshing about how easily they spoke about death when she'd spent so much of her life doing the opposite.
