Mrs Pritchett and Sophia

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL They didn’t think about it. There wasn’t much we could do under the light of the situation …life. Many of us struggle so hard to get through life we don’t have the time to think about death. “Open her mouth” but they wouldn’t listen. “Her soul will be trapped if you don’t just open her mouth!”. The Police and first responders pulled away and left the scene. with tears gushing down "Can you please open her mouth up for at 12 hours?” “Please!?” Mrs Pritchett pleaded with such deep concern but another virtuous practicioner would eventually come to tge aid of her soul call. “They don’t allow us to tamper with the body ma’am." "We can be charged with desecration of a corpse or worse!” “But I can leave you alone for a few moments to show respect?” The EMT at the scene stated as he looked into Alicia’s eyes with a strong conviction of ethics for the souls of the dead. “You must must be a survivor, of a loved you cared for dearly?” “My name is Nathaniel and Yes ma’am I am”. With that Nathaniel [the EMT] walked off to join his parter in the cab where she [Olivia] was filling out their nightly report. They didn’t have to do it (the report) on scene until shift end but Olivia found it easier to stay on the ball. Mrs. Pritchett opened the bag with her old boney right hand. Just that picture under that dim yellow lighting seemed macabre. The red sirens set on hold giving off a sanguine glow breaking the constant strobe of yellow street lamp staring down upon every moment. Parting and holding open the bag now and revealing two feet of aspirating exposure to the outside world she trembled. Biting her lip Alicia held to remember and tightened her face to remember even more! "Sophie!” She quietly bit ever harder into her lip now as if to burn in as well as maintain a certain silent regard but to also feel passionately the truth in the moment. “Oh my dear” as that sentence rolled off her breath with such release. “I’ll see you soon ok!?” she now reached into the body bag firmly grabbing her [Sophia's] head and tilting it back. Flashes of an obscure memory of a reminder of what she would do if a little girl ever got an object lodged into her living thriving throat. Now there already seemed to be an almost verdigris patina separating the two [worlds]. The old woman grabbing and pushing upon Sophia’s forehead as to avoid touching the large gaping hole near the top extending through the back side of Sophia’s heavily fractured skull . Alicia pushed back as she lifted. Some hero’s are those who can just be there at the right time in the right moment to deliver us. It’s up to each our souls as to climb that ascending heap of redemption. After Mrs Pritchett tilted back Sophia’s head she opened her mouth and it was not entirely easy. Alicia did it with a youthful conviction because it was extremely important to her that Sophie’s Spirit could reign free! There for a moment (if anyone were to invade the moment shared as a voyeur held under the specter of a morbid curiosity?) they would see Sophia’s mouth fully open and exposed with her head tilted back. She [Mrs Pritchett] prayed in a silent vigil purposefully counting down 60 seconds or one full minute as she mouthed the whispers of love and affection and joy for every moment she was blessed with her earthly daughter. “Sophia!” Nathaniel blurted out without realizing he did now nearly in tears himself as he assisted Mrs Pritchett in zipping the body bag back up. However Nathaniel didn’t zip the bag hard nor tightly nor did he carry the process out mechanically as he would in just any mundane task. Reverence can be shown in a gesture of an extra centimeter and so the bag had a near unnoticeable slight release. As Olivia joined Nathaniel in opening the large double swing doors fully now and collapsing the gurney risers Alicia… Mrs Pritchett felt a calm reserve and peace.