Preface:Salem is different from most people,by both her name and occupation.Different is all she has ever known.But,today is just a normal day at work............
"Morning Ray,"I announced as I walked into the building."Good morning,Miss Salem,"he replies.For some reason he loves to say my name.Most people avoid saying it;they must think it will put an evil spell or curse on them.
Ray is a short,44 year-old black man,who handles all of the paper work in the office.I,on the other hand,take care of the patients.
"How many do we have today?"I ask without looking up."Two,"he replies."I'll take Mrs.Thompson first,since I didn't get to finish with her yesterday."
"Alright,if you need anything,you know where to find me."I smile."Thanks,Ray."
I look up at the clock and it says 9:22.I make my way to the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee.
As I walk out of the room I take a sip.I then walk into what I call my "office" and pull out drawer #5.
There is Mrs.Thompson,right where I left her.Most people think being a mortician is a disgusting job,but it's not so bad.I could never understand why people are so afraid of the dead.
What do you think so far?Any advice?I know it's a little rough.I'll add the rest of the story later.