Momentarily, I feared that my new wife knew it all. About my ex and her inheritance, the wild mushrooms we gathered, the ashen face, the blue lips, everything. The thought arose from her briefest of hesitations before joining me in plucking wild raspberries during our honeymoon moonlight ramble. We played at vampires, and with blood red juice staining our lips and chins, we sucked at each other’s necks, laughing as we made love on the grass. As she climaxed, I bit and she died in ecstasy. She looked so peaceful. The ashen face, the blue lips, everything—including her money—drained.
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Hah, very good!
Thank you, Alastair.
Brilliant!
Thank you, Michael.
very good!
Thank you, Nancy.
Wow! Really creepy (in a good way) and I got a good mental picture of the characters!
Thanks, Yolanda. I don’t usually do black humour but this one just popped into my head.
Oh my goodness! Deviously clever! Well done!
Many thanks, Gypsie.
I just read this somewhere else.