Mortician Barbie
Bio
Professional Coffee Drinker, Full-Time Real Life Mortician, Single Mom, Who Does A Little Of This When Business Is Dead, And Not Cremating Other Aspects Of Life. Creative Fiction, With A Splash Of Reality In Every Story.
Stories (25/0)
The Music in You
The idea for "The Music in You" came to me while I was driving around and listening to a "90's One-Hit Wonders" playlist. I thought to myself, "You know what would be a good movie? Just a group of unrelated stories lines, on a road trip, each car listening to one of these songs, then at the end- it turns out, they were all headed to the same place.
By Mortician Barbie2 years ago in Journal
The Music in You
All of the cars were pulling in at the same time. A parade of people looking around- many were smiling, some looked back, and almost didn't recognize where they were. A handful felt lost- almost like they didn't feel like they should be there. A feeling they've always associated with this place.
By Mortician Barbie2 years ago in Fiction
Music in You
They had flown out to California together. This road trip had been planned for years- any road trip. They just wanted to enjoy the open road and couldn't believe it had taken this long to do it. They planned on a week-long trip back to Chicago; arriving back home just in time for the event.
By Mortician Barbie2 years ago in Fiction
The Music in You
She circled the block one last time. She had already taken the long way home. Going home had become a chore in and of itself. It's not that she didn't love her family. She did. It was that she needed something more and it wasn't be provided; it probably wasn't even his fault.
By Mortician Barbie2 years ago in Fiction
The Music in You
She sat with her son in waiting room. There wasn't usually a wait, but it was their first time at this new office. There was a delay with paperwork. She was already tired and worried about running late- she had plans later that evening. That's when an old familiar song came on overhead....
By Mortician Barbie2 years ago in Fiction
The Music in You
She came out of the dressing room in a the new pair of jeans. He was with her; her hype man. It was her favorite thing about him. On the days where she felt her lowest-lows, he was there to lift her from it. With him- she was never alone, never stayed low, and always felt equal.
By Mortician Barbie3 years ago in Beat
The Music in You
She came home from a 12-hour shift. She sat down on the couch and looked around; the place was a mess. She was never home anymore. She looks down at her pedometer, "1,056,000? Ugh. Another one broken!" She takes it off and throws it at the table. It fell to the ground.
By Mortician Barbie3 years ago in Humans
The Music in You
He was on the construction site. It was 101 degrees that day and his only relief from the heat was the iPod in his back pocket and the cheap bottles of water he picked up at the gas station. He kept promising himself that he would would eventually learn this whole "smartphone" thing his wife bought him, but it was his toddler at home that seemed more interested in it. He reminded himself that he really needed to stop calling her his wife, with a stab of pain.
By Mortician Barbie3 years ago in Poets
