The night before had felt like a dream—though beside him he could feel the round firmness of her thigh against his bare leg.
“Cold, honey?” he asked.
“No, why?”
“The bedroom door is closed and the windows, yet it’s chilly in here. You don’t feel it?” His new girlfriend laughed, bashfully.
“I’m so happy we spent the night together before I fly back to Europe for college tonight,” she said, caressing his short curly hair as she stared deeply into his eyes.
“Me too, baby. And now we could watch the sun come up in an hour.”
“Tell me, my love,” she giggled. “If you think the room is cold, what would you do if I said I was a vampire?” Amused, he smiled.
“I’d follow you forever across the countryside, babe,” he said.
“You mean it? Forever?”
“Forever, baby,” he confirmed with a sly grin.
“Great!” She hopped her milky-skinned naked body off the bed, headed for the door. He watched her, closely, as she passed the dresser-mirror—her reflection left somewhere absently behind.
He bolted upright, gasped.
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©2011 A. Martin
A. Martin is from Eastern New Brunswick, Canada. His work has been published in AlienSkin Magazine, Twisted Tongue Magazine in the UK, and on MicroHorror.com. His short story book, “Dead Conversation, Published and Unpublished tales of Science fiction and Horror,” will be available in October of 2011, through Lulu.com and Amazon.com. Over thirty tales of science fiction and horror in all, enough to warp a readers’ reality . . . and imagination.
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September 22nd, 2011 at 3:32 am
I don’t know if it was the intention or not, but this made me smile. Nice and quick to read, too.
October 6th, 2011 at 5:43 pm
Thank you. And it made me smile first. Thought I would pass it on like a “juicy” rumour. I’m actually turning this peice into a novella at the moment to aid my second book of short stories, “Sun Down” published through Lulu.com.