He had stardust in his eyes, and even now, they twinkled under the moon’s light. His soft parts firmed and stoked her passions. She wondered if she could ever love the garlicky scent arising through his dried, undecayed skin. Her only regret was the telltale Mees’ lines upon his nails.
Wow, Julie. Awesome as always–both eerie and disturbing at the same time.
Thank you, Jill. It was a fun piece to write. All of the details are symptoms/diagnostic of arsenic poisoning. How fun is that?
I love this, Julie.
Darkly delicious as always.
Love your writing style so expressively exquisite.
Thank you, Derek. It would seem we have a mutual admiration. Noir [Or, When the Night Comes] is one of my favorite books ever!