By Gary Davison
She is luscious.
She has pale blue eyes, crimson lips, and silky black hair cascading down her satiny shoulders.
She is hot.
I feel a sensual stirring, a yearning deep within my being. I’m thinking soul mate.
She winks, blows a kiss, and bares her fangs.
She’s a vampire…and she’s hovering six inches above the floor, staring at my jugular.
That’s a real deal breaker.
Retreating, I check my phone. Date: August 3. Time: 8:45 p.m. with clear skies.
Her mouth opens, fangs glisten.
I rip down the curtains, sunlight floods in.
Sorry, beautiful…we’re still on Daylight Savings Time.
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