She stacked the wood on the funeral pyre, wondering how it would feel to burn! O! The freedom! It would feel like a hot African dance, trying to sway like the bright rouge and yellow flames that pranced over the bodies. How wonderful the smell would be! Ash and willow wood scenting the air like hot spices that scorch your face with hot passionate longing to jump in to seductive self-destruction. How would I feel after? Would I feel free then? Or would I be isolated from life I know I would never smell the burning sensations again if I was dead. I stacked the last log upon the wooden structure. The priest came out of the church and walked towards me, no doubt to scrutinise my labour.
“What are you doing?”
What a question could he not see that I was resting?
“I have just finished with the logs. I was having a break.”
“Not good enough!”
He stamped his foot smartly on the floor. He is so impatient and rude. I shuffled awkwardly in the silence, why won’t he just tell me off and go away.
He stared at me, I could feel his eyes burning holes in my young skin, it was as if the devil had possessed his eyes at that moment because he quickly regained his composure and carried on with the conversation.
“Be sure to be ready at five o’clock. The family want this funeral to start on time.”
With that, he turned abruptly on his polished heel and marched back to the safety of his parish.
He is weird. I had come to this conclusion some time ago but now his actions have confirmed my theory. I started walking down the path, which would lead to the main village of Castleton. I glanced back to look at the stack but instead my eyes caught the priest, standing in the doorway, standing perfectly still, staring at something. I returned my attention to the road. My heart gained a new speed without my consent, my legs quickened my stride but not too much, I did not want the priest to see me acting suspicious, He suspected me already for the crime of insanity, so I tried not to show my fear as I hurried home for this evenings events. Some horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that tonight, something out of the ordinary is going to happen; something is going to go terribly wrong.
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