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I'd be lying to myself if I were to say that lying under a Cherry Tree on a work day isn't enjoyable. Occasionally, a pedal would softly brush up against my nose, or land in my charcoal hair. Mother had asked of me to gather supplies for my new cloak she has been working on as of late, but even people as great as me need some relaxing time. I'm certain Mother can wait another day. SKReeEeEe! Shit.
SignLess! Fuck. CRASH! Was that a car?!
I quickly get up to run until I feel a warm sensation on my neck. I have never been so terrified in my entire life. My body goes stiff as a small whisper calls against my skin
"knock knock" I'm pretty sure I could donate 15 jugs of water to Africa with the amount of sweat I am producing.
I answer anyways. "W-who's there?" a long pause.
"What is black at first, red next, then grey when your done?" wait what…that wasn't even a knock knock jo-eaaAAH SHES PINCHING ME!
"Ive heard this one before! Its coal! Sweet fucking hell its coal, black when you buy it, red in the fire, and grey when its ash!" she stops pinching my side and twirls me around till my face is less than an inch away from the devil itself. She smiles creepily
"No silly, it's the signless" a confused look grows on my face.
"what? I don't get i-"PUNCH! The hell!?
"a black eye when you punch him" oh my god I can't see out of my left eye. I stumble back to my feet when I feel a stinging pain in my cheek SLAP!
"Red when you smack him in the face!" Welp goodbye world. I flinch when she runs toward me, but instead feel something warm wrap around me? I slowly open my eyes and see her smiling
"And grey when you put his new cloak over his body" Cloak..wha? I touch the fabric around my torso to find a new cloak with red stitches near the horn holes. I look up at her.
"What the hell was all of that for Mother?!" she just pats my head
"I had to go through a lot of trouble getting the supplies for your cloak today since SOMEBODY was to lazy to get them himself" I weakly smile.
I get up and we both head toward home. I look to my left and speak up
"You scared the living daylights out of me…could have at least given me a sign that you were about to kill me" She quietly hums a tune
"Given a sign to the signless? Seems a bit odd to me" i nudge her with my elbow and we both laugh.
The walk home was rather quiet that day, but I learned a valuable lesson out of it. Never fuck with a Dolorosa.