A Flash of Fiction - Three Piece Suit
One day, it wasn't safe any longer. As much as I didn't want to believe it, the truth of it all stared at me in the face, daring me to blink. Michael was no longer my lover. I sat on my couch and repeated that sentence over and over - Michael was no longer my lover . We both had the same choice, yet as I declined and faced the consequences, Michael said yes. Now, he would live for the full moon and dream of warm blood filling his mouth. I would stay in my crypt among the other dead and dream of taking a breath again. I will admit, however, that the other dead welcomed me most graciously. They told me that just because I didn't breathe any longer didn't mean that I give up on my creative life. Thank goodness I was buried in a necropolis rather than some forgotten plot. I digress. Michael was no longer my lover, my boyfriend, my future. He and I were supposed to get married but instead, a creature with massive fangs and ebon coloured fur broke into the church during our