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She lays there. So still. So beautiful.
Her skin feels like sllk. It parts like a cloud.
Her blood is rich. Thick. Dark
Her stomach is still warm from dinner.
I'm glad I didn't give her a chance to eat much, though. I would hate
to dig through that much pasta.
I need to get this done. I have to get this all cleaned up so I can
get to work in the morning.
Where is the damned thing? Damn her, why did she have to do that?
She was supposed to see the ring before she drank the champagne!

Whoa.

It parts like a cloud.

That was zero to creepy in so few words. Why? Oh, god, why is he cutting it out of her? Why didn't he wait for someone official to fish it out. This really made my skin crawl.

Very icky. I loved it. : )

cdugger wrote:She lays there. So still. So beautiful.
Her skin feels like sllk. It parts like a cloud.

Romance is not dead, Claydugger.

That is true Drabblecast fare. Icky, nauseating, and funny. The pasta line topped it off.