Friday Flash: She kissed me
Another drabble this time.
Unusually gothic for me.
Nothing more to add, except that I hope who ever is out there (if anyone is) enjoys it.
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She kissed me
She kissed me once and I was lost.
“Come,” she said.
Like a lamb, I went.
The hotel was dying. Drab wallpaper sagged on damp walls. Lights flickered oddly, as if underwater. The carpets danced with Rorschach splatters, black as dried blood. Those visions of writhing monsters and torn flesh were old friends.
“Please me,” she said.
I tried, weeping gratefully. She just laughed.
“Please me.” She gave me a blade, bone-handled and fine.
I opened myself from neck to belly and watched my blood, steaming, soak the floor.
“Please,” I said.
She kissed me again.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
Dark. But then I’ve always liked the dark. The imagery of the inside of the hotel really works.
Not my kind of story, but well visioned.
Eeeew. Genuinely creepy.
And see, there *are* people reading! I can’t take part in FFF this week due to the non-availability of VCTB, but I’ll be back next week …
The hotel imagery is indeed excellent. Vivid and evocative of something otherworldly and nightmarish. A great little piece!
Thanks guys. Gareth D. - received a copy of Murky Depths first issue today - congratulations on the story.