I catch sight of the grotesque apple-stuffed smile of a roasted pig.
I hear waves crash beyond my sight. The clouds briefly hide the moonlight darkening my view. I turn toward the luau.
The flickering firelight dances with shadows and illuminates the feast. I catch sight of the grotesque apple-stuffed smile of a roasted pig. It looks guilty. I watch tourists help themselves to the fare.
A familiar, soothing breeze gently envelops me. I hear my name inside my mind, inaudible, it chills and comforts. The hairs on my arms stand up though my body relaxes.
Swirling shadows merge. A dark, faceless being reaches out a shadowy limb and takes my hand. The Shinigami, my love, pulls me deeper into itself.
– Written for Microcosms (11) though I missed the deadline. Prompts were Shinigami/Luau/Romance. WC 109. Photo from Pixabay.com.
“What brings you here, Bernerd?”
He began, “The doctor said I have high cholesterol, could have a heart attack, told me to stop eating meat. I love meat!”
He paused and looked at the group leader. His eyes widened when he saw a T-bone steak sitting across from him.
“Go on, Bernerd,” The steak insisted.
He hesitated. “I’m a cop working security at the Steampunk Fair. I was on break so I decided to bob for apples. The apples taunted me.”
He continued. “I think not eating meat is bad.”
“What do you think?” Ms. Steak asked the group.
The apples surrounding Bernerd bobbed up and down in sympathetic support.
– Written for Microcosms (13). Prompts were Cop/Fair/Steampunk. WC 110
‘Meating Ms. Steak’ was named honorable mention for this contest.