Re: Acta est fabula, plaudite!
"Birthdays are parties that mark you getting closer to dying. We're born to die," she informed him, all the certainty of a scholar on bowed lips and a cherubic smile. Behind all that black, she was the traditional definition of pretty, even with the briars and brambles that made up hair left defiantly loose when she wasn't young enough for a bare head. Young, but not young enough. Mayhaps not single enough, and only virgins could bare their scalps to Jesus. Dead, she was sure, thought that was completely foolish. After all, what good was pretty hair if no one ever saw it once there was a ring on your finger? Oh! There was an exception. Caskets, you see, and dead girls could be buried with burnished curls. Everyone could peer in the box and lament, oh, she was so pretty. What a shame.
"Bad looks like everything here," she said truthfully. "Ankle and cleavage, and don't sit too close. Don't look too long. Don't be alone with a boy, and don't smile too much. Don't dance too many dances together, and don't ever look like you're having fun." But she did look like she was having fun, the girl with pinpoints eating up her sclera by the second, as if the dots of black had been hiding and were finally tired of the game. "They're all hypocrites. They fuck each other when they think their spouses aren't looking, and then they pretend they can't smell the come from across the room."
Inside the church with the yellow ribbons, the girl rolled her eyes when he asked why the yellow was there. "Because yellow's pretty," she informed him, like he'd been hit too hard upon the head by the core of that apple he'd pilfered earlier.
Who died? "I did. Of course."
She smiled a Glasgow smile, and her teeth were dagger sharp against her pretty bowed mouth. Those pinpoints devoured what white remained in her eyes, and she regarded him with spheroid black. "But I didn't have mourners or yellow ribbons," she said with a disappointed sigh and boredom, so much boredom. "Run now," she recommended. Dead was very nice at times; she gave warnings.