autopsy (via the coast)
horrors & dread #28: This is a high concept idea so it amuses me to only write a couple of paragraphs on it. Maybe I'll revisit but I think you can get what I was going for.
The science wasn’t there at the time. That’s why you scattered their ashes. You could no longer handle having them sit in your home. Haunting you from the mantelpiece.
So, a finale was held. A celebration of the life lost where you cast their remains over the beach. The charcoal dust blending seamlessly with the flecks of grain on the coast. Then the tide came and muddled them all together. It was a beautiful day, and your friends stayed with you until the last beams from the sunset left the wet specks twinkling on the shoreline.
Like I said, the science wasn’t there then. The breakthrough came later that week. The cruelty of the timing dreadful, mocking you and your grief. All that’s needed is a drop of blood or a tablespoon of ashes to bring them back. A new cloning technique you don’t pretend to understand.
Of course, someone brought back John Lennon, Jim Morrison got dug up, turns out he’s still a cunt, Walt Disney returned and promptly endorsed Trump and disowned all Pixar films. The world went crazy.
But there you were. On your knees, combing through the sand, hunting out the crumbs of your love that you gave to the beach.
The wind kicks up and your eyes sting, grains prickle your face. Maybe it’s their revenge. Well, you deserve it.
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