Darling
“Darling, I Am Death.”
“What will be it be, darling?” she asked, her maroon plastic heels poised perfectly on the tiled floor. Everything about her was perfect. Her snowy face etched in shades of beauty, black lines of sharp eyeliner and rosewood painted lips. She required no blush; her face was far too pale for such a rosy tint. But my god was she beautiful.
“I don’t. I don’t know. Who are you?” I asked, the saliva drying the inside of my mouth. Her magic was casting a dry spell.
From her petite lips escaped a high giggle, it pierced the air and then died, as quickly as it had appeared. “Darling, I am death.”
“I don’t. I don’t know. Who are you?” I asked, the saliva drying the inside of my mouth. Her magic was casting a dry spell.
From her petite lips escaped a high giggle, it pierced the air and then died, as quickly as it had appeared. “Darling, I am death.”
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New thing because I have virtually no self control!!