Fall Traditions
(old thursday- positive influence)
Día de los Muertos is the most important day for a man of Heck's profession. It's weeks of preparation. Everyone who is anyone wants someone reanimated for the occasion. Down in his workshop, the spicy scents of hemlock and sage mingle with the acrid chemical tang of embalming fluids and chloroform. In the brick oven upstairs, his sister roasts chestnuts and chorizo sausage. Both upstairs and downstairs scents mingle as he walks up the stairway between.
It reminds him of childhood - abuela in the kitchen stirring her cast iron pot, and abuelo in the laboratory brewing elixirs.
"Hector, mi hijo, Carminia mi hija-- someday you will follow our path."
A stipulation of their will, that they never be reanimated - their bodies cremated as assurance. Close to that day when the veils are thin, however-- when this house their grandparents lived in smells so traditional, so familiar -- Heck feels their presence. Knows they would approve.
Día de los Muertos is the most important day for a man of Heck's profession. It's weeks of preparation. Everyone who is anyone wants someone reanimated for the occasion. Down in his workshop, the spicy scents of hemlock and sage mingle with the acrid chemical tang of embalming fluids and chloroform. In the brick oven upstairs, his sister roasts chestnuts and chorizo sausage. Both upstairs and downstairs scents mingle as he walks up the stairway between.
It reminds him of childhood - abuela in the kitchen stirring her cast iron pot, and abuelo in the laboratory brewing elixirs.
"Hector, mi hijo, Carminia mi hija-- someday you will follow our path."
A stipulation of their will, that they never be reanimated - their bodies cremated as assurance. Close to that day when the veils are thin, however-- when this house their grandparents lived in smells so traditional, so familiar -- Heck feels their presence. Knows they would approve.