Rebirth Of The Underworld Queen

“Korey!" My boss calls out.

"Yes," I answer lazily.

"Did you send out the daisy for Mr Adams?"

"Yes, I did ma'am" I reply, this was the fifth time she was asking me, and frankly it was starting to annoy me.

"Good, now I need you to start with the Ramírez flower arrangement," she says as she steps out of the supply closet.

"Of course, Mama June" I nod with a smile.

Mama June is a 55-year-old woman, who is forgetful and partially blind. She took me in less than three years ago. My adoptive parents were getting a divorce, and I was not doing so well until she stumbled into my life, well I stumbled into her shop thinking it was a bar.

Since then, she has been taking care of me, she calls me her godchild from heaven, she treats me like one of her grandchildren and I love her the same way I love my grandmother.

Her small weak figure walks past me, she is pale, much paler than usual. She grabs onto the counter and puts her hand to her heart.

"Mama June" I call out to her.

"I'm okay baby child, don't worry," she says and carries on walking towards the front of the shop.

I go about my business and carry on working. As the day goes on, I keep begging Mama June to go home, and she finally does go home early to get some rest because the poor woman works herself too much. I hate seeing her do that, so I am left alone to finish up some orders for the next day.

Later that evening I am putting together the last arrangement when I realize that I am out of Petunias, I sigh, now I must go out to the garden in the back. I slip on my jacket, put on my garden boots, get my basket and scissors, and go out the back door.

I walk down the small path to the petunia section; thank God that place had lighting another wise, I would have ruined all the flowers by now. Not only that, but I am afraid of the dark but more importantly I am afraid of Mama June.

I kneeled in front of the Petunias and carefully cut them and put them in the basket. Just as I am about to finish, I hear rustling. I look around and see nothing, my heart starts beating fast.

Must be squirrels, I think.

The rustling gets further away, and I see a flash in the distance. I get up and walk towards the flash of light. I know what you are thinking, do not go into the light. Well, I cannot help it, I need to know what is happening. As I get closer, I see a door.

Why the hell is there a door on the ground?

I peek inside, but I cannot see anything, it is dark, I get my phone out of my pocket and turn on the flashlight. A flight of stairs heading deeper under the ground.

Do not go down there, Korey!  My brain says.

I scoff, I am going down there.

I go down the stairs and the further I go, the warmer it gets. Suddenly I reached another door.

Girl, you are going to die tonight!

I turn the doorknob and open the door. I am in a room, someone's bedroom, a man's to be specific. The entire room looks like a room from Game of Thrones, a massive bed with four poles and white curtains, big windows, a shelf of books and skulls, medieval paintings.

 I love it! Whoever lives here has a profound sense of style.