08:00:12 am on June 6, 2012 |
Flash fiction by: Stevie McCoy
“May I have this dance?” His face looked so serene like a porcelain doll. He was playing coy of course and I wasn’t going to take ‘No’ for an answer. I laced my arms under his and dragged him to the dance floor.
His weight seemed to double from his stubbornness. Grunting I readjusted his body and happily his head swayed to lean on shoulder. I knew he would see my way of things eventually.
“This didn’t have to be so difficult, you know.” I stroked his hair lovingly.
“You really should’ve picked a livelier party to crash, Lavin.”
I glared at him across the room, “It would’ve been if you didn’t eat them all.”
Gregory picked up a body from the floor and spun her around in a waltz, “That one is still alive.”
“Barely,” I pouted, “The groom was supposed to be mine.”
“He still is… for a few more minutes.”
“Kat… Katie…” The groom gurgled blood onto my shoulder.
“No, darling. My name is Lavin and look what you’ve done to my dress.”
“Stop playing with the food and let’s go to a real wedding, ours, if you let me.” He dropped the cadaver on the floor and kneeled down holding out his hand.
“Not this millennia.” I kissed the lips of the dying man and eased him on to the ground.
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