The Mortuary's Maid Chapter 1 The Red Ribbon The corner of the coffin was scuffed. It had evidently caught on the doorframe when it was brought in, scratching the organic grain of pine. It was not noticeable, but enough to upset Lily. She bunched up her apron in a frantic fist to buff away the damage, before admitting defeat and turning her attention to the table situated at the room's centre. The cadaver lying atop was male, a pauper, poor, unwashed and stinking of ale, not the type to have relatives who would kick up fuss over a damaged coffin, if he even had any family at all. Lily felt his face and deduced that he had died around two o'clock that morning, it was now ten, postmortem stiffness was optimising. 'Sorry about this, he's scuffed your lovely box.' Lily tutted to the corpse as she extracted a needle and thread from her pinafore and placed it in her hair. 'Honestly, I ask him to do one bloody thing.' She sat herself down at the head of the table, grasped her hands around the damp shoulders and sharply tugged, pulling the body towards her. The movement luminated a glimpse of colour among the grey. Lily's cold hands softly cradled the man's head into her lap before reaching into his tatted top pocket and drawing out a deep red ribbon. She caressed it and sighed, then swiftly stuffed it into her apron and retrieved the needle from her hair. Sewing the mouth was easy, as well as essential, of course. Lily knew better than most what kinds of things soften and liquify See more