This is what it meant to chase the morning.
To find another day that did not call or counting sculpting or trying to build smiles from another lifetime. The phone rang, he ignored it. It was sure to be another person leading the service is this facility located in the middle of nowhere was built to provide.
He was tired of providing. Even when all the instincts reaching inside of him knew this was all he could do. A chill from the cold room had settled into his bones years ago. As he walked the rows of bodies young and old indifference was another thing he had started to feel- Tiredness, indifference, God knows what else.
When he took over this facility, he wanted what everyone wanted. To find the afterlife. So he fixed smiles on the faces to earn his. It has been 600 faces- and wasn't that the origin of all good things? Like meeting a stranger, making a friend, feeling gratitude or searching for the afterlife like he was. He had 6,000 more to go.
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