Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
--"anyone lived in a pretty how town" by e. e. cummings--
Spring was supposed to be a time of happiness, a time of new beginnings. Life began anew or was created. Yet the opposite was posed in the shadows always, a being that lived by the rule of no season. It would conquer no matter the time of day or temperature of the year.
Becky watched the gurney pass her desk. Her hands stilled in their movement across the keyboard as her eyes focused on the ivory sheet, stark and white as it spread. It outlined a still body beneath, a being no longer breathing. Becky couldn't tear her eyes away as she watched the retreat of the corpse. Her attention was glued there unaware of any other presence until a hand came to rest on her shoulder.
She jumped up; eyes flying to Dr. Crane who held out a file to her with an unreadable look on his face. She took the sleeve of papers from him, already aware it was to be placed in the cabinet of those who had died whilst in Arkham.
"Did she have any family members come?"
When Jonathan shook his head, she asked no more questions and stood up. As she walked down the hall, she wondered what it would be like to die alone.
"One day anyone died I guess and no one stooped to kiss his face. Busy folk buried them side by side. Little by little and was by was," she whispered, footsteps echoing emptily down the corridor.