A work in progress of my modern au fanfic,
Post-It Mortem. I’d like to say thank you to @strugglinggranola for the idea of the title.
This is my first time writing anything as I do lack a lot of confidence due to the terror that is university.
Please let me know if you’d want to read something like this.
To say Rook was knackered was an understatement. For some reason everyone seems to be dropping like flies and The Cross Roads Funeral home had been inundated with the dead over the last few weeks.
Rook had finished with her latest charge, a 39 year old mother of 2 who had sadly passed from cancer. Rook tried not to think too hard about the fact she was only 7 years younger than the late woman whom she had prepared for burial. It was an irony in itself to be surrounded by death and yet unsettled by it but Rook took it in her stride despite it all and got on with her other tasks.
“Right time for a well earned beverage.” Rook said out loud to herself. She often thought out loud and liked to think those she was caring for were listening.
Rook headed over to the fridge and went to get out her precious energy drink, (the one vice she allowed herself) when she noticed there were now two rather than the one she had left the night before. She then realised a post it note had been left on the can she had picked up.
My deepest apologies I opened the fridge and your can of drink fell out and exploded all over the place. I replaced it and bought another one as an apology.
Rook chuckled to herself that even on something benign as a post it note Emmrich Volkarin was just as polite and proper. She chuckled even more at the image of Emmrich popping to the local corner shop to buy 2 energy drinks like a university student the night before their exams.
Professor Emmrich Volkarin was Rook’s shift partner. That is to say they ran opposite shifts of nights and days. He was a kindly older gentleman who reminded Rook of a Vincent Price or Peter Cushing character. He had taught one of her modules at university when she was studying mortuary science, he was kind and caring of the day and showed obvious passion for an often understated profession.
Some might say that was why Rook applied to the home he was at when she had graduated.
They didn’t get to see each other often as they were akin to ships in the night. The odd time they did see each other was when they were expected to attend staff meetings it usually fell on a day where Rook had completed a night shift so she often looked like the dead she had cared for and was in no shape for conversation.
She admired the man and that was that (she says whilst blushing at the gallantry the man had shown by buying her more drinks).
Rook penned a note and attached it to his favourite mug before heading over to the desk they shared and cracking open her can of fruity goodness. She wondered out loud if Emmrich was judgemental over her choice of beverage and she stopped herself of course not he’s probably the kindest person she’s met although she did feel a sense of embarrassment that she still drank these at her ripe age of 32. It was a habit that started not at university but when she started night shifts.
And that’s a wrap of what I’ve written up to yet, hope you have enjoyed!
