"Umm...I can explain!" Jack really couldn't explain; the situation was just too bizarre but he couldn't think of what else to say.
"Yeah, whatever, man." The lab kid entered the large refrigerated square that was the morgue. He slapped his clipboard down on a shiny metal gurney in a self-important sort of way. Jack couldn't help but shudder thinking about the number of dead people that had been on it.
The kid leaned up against the frosty wall. "I'm busy, so would you mind...?" He motioned to the door.
In shock, and relief, Jack nodded vigorously and scuttled towards the door of the morgue. He threw a last glance back at the white sheet behind him and at what (or rather, who) lay beneath it.
Disappointed for failing his mission and terribly perturbed that he would have to attempt it again, he thought to himself, This isn't over.
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But not sure I can follow that."
Sometimes I'll start a story based on just a word or phrase alone, as with this one (here, the first line was the metaphorical match, as it were). Anyway, I had absolutely no direction or even possibilities in mind for this; just the opening scene, so I'm still trying to work on something : )"
Jait - Us simple folks need a dictionary (at least I needed one!) to figure out what you meant by a "triptych of necrophobic suggestion"! I like that you've mentioned Vancouver locations in your stories (like St Paul's hospital here)!"