Sister Nancy and I are running out of corpses. A mortuary needs steady supply.
Some say it’s our lack of technology. Or we’re too Victorian in ambience. We like preparing the dead for the peace. Hearing stories of heroism and dynamic lives.
We dress remaining bodies in bright colors, instead of Victorian black. Place them outside with signs, festooned with our motto: Committed to any undertaking. Abide in us.
We brace for success, imagine its energy.
Instead, rioters call us blasphemous, set fire to our building.
Love turns to ashes. We flee, lament inability to succeed.
We hope the corpses escaped.
Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program in fiction. His work is forthcoming or has been published in journals such as 50 Word Stories, Silent Auctions, City. River. Tree. and Ariel Chart.