Stage One Take 2 – Accountability Day One

Accountability – Actually writing – right now I’m just trying to get in the writing habit again and posting scraps here for accountability.

Did this in about 23 Minutes and change on writeordie.com 519 words

Ember couldn’t believe her ears she listened tot he message again.  “Ember your mother is in the oven.  Please do not attempt to open it.  I am sorry it is too late.”  The recording repeated itself yet again “Ember you mother is…”  Ember let the phone fall from her hand and ran.  The facility they would have taken her mother to was not far away she might be able to make it in time.  She bolted past the armed guard on duty at the building’s entrance.  She placed her hand on the scanner port at the far end of the lobby.  She waited breathlessly as the light changed from an angry red to a sickening green.
A klaxon sounded and a mechanical voice droned from the speakers.  “Please hold burn scheduled for unit seventy-six.  Please hold burn scheduled for unit seventy-six.  Next of kin has arrived for unit seventy-six.  Please hold burn scheduled for unit seventy-six.”
A young clerk came over to Ember.  “Kin for Mrs. Amelia Young?” she asked cheerfully.
Ember stared at the young woman standing in front of her not able to believe her ears.  “You are about to cremate my mother alive?  How the fuck can you be so peppy and cheerful?”
The clerk ignored the question.  “You are here for Amelia correct?” the clerk’s smile never faltered and she did not miss a beat.
Ember glared at the little bitch.  “Yes I am here for Amelia.  She’s my mother.  why are you doing this?  I checked on her this morning she was fine.  She is still fine.”
The clerk frowned and stepped away from Ember.  “You say you had contact with Mrs. Young today?”
Ember snapped at the clerk.  “Yeah I had a video chat with her before I went to work she was fine.  Tired but fine.”
“No physical contact though right?”  the clerk was nervously fidgeting with her badge.
“I have not been over to ma’s house for a month.  With work the way it is lately I just can’t get the time.  But I do a video chat with her three times a day.  She was fine this morning.”
“No she wasn’t.”  The clerk seemed apologetic now.  She also stopped playing with her badge.  “Your mother was infected.  We have to do a burn.  We can give you twenty minutes grace in the visitor cubicle but that’s all.”
“How?”
“Looks like an infected wasp may have gotten in her apartment.  Looks like the infection started at the base of her neck.  She wasn’t tired. She’s undead.  Or more correctly she will be by morning.”
Ember fell to her knees.  Her mother was infected.  The burn had to be enforced.  The clerk took Ember to the visitation cubicle for burn unit seventy-six.  Her mother sat calmly on the other side of the glass.
“Ma who called on you?”
Amelia Young looked her only surviving daughter in the eye and wept.  “I did dear.”