(but one last one)
All five stalks were swaying, and even the upper face had turned away from the sun, its tips still flared red from the feast of light. He didn't look particularly satiated or pleased, however. "It's not, though, is it?" The mouth crease folded over itself, distraught.
I looked to him, studying his faces. "No," I said. "It's not." I'd never been able to lie to him anyways.
(Bye M! Thanks for writing with us!)
He leaned in slowly towards me, his shadow blocking out the fiery colors of the sunset. Tendrils curled around my waist gently in a hug, but I pull away. His touch holds too many memories, both painful and lovely.
He drew back, tendrils curling slightly at the ends in sadness.
"my name is taco baco," he spoke. "i'm here to eat your soul."
"You would think," I retorted, "For all that we've been through, the thing with the space ship, so many of our friends that we've seen married, and buried, well, buried figuratively, we can't bury people in space, that you think that I'm going believe that you suddenly change who you are eat my soul?"
His tendrils twitched, "oh, don't act so surprised. You knew it would come to this."
"And that is why I always carry an extra weapon. You taught me that, don't you remember?"
I finger my 25th-century laser katana and look him evenly in the eye.
"So I did" His hollow face stretches into what, on another universe, might pass for a smile.
"Touch me with your hideous tendrils. I dare you" I say firmly, ignoring the tremor of fear that vibrates my voice.
He moved slightly and I flinched. He laughed at my movement.
To think after all we'd been through I'd flinch at such a slight movement. I silently scolded myself. He continued to stare at me. What was he thinking showing up here again.
He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close I closed my eyes because I couldn't bear to see what would happen next……
I waited. Nothing happened. Then I slowly opened my eyes, as soon as I did, he kissed me. I stared, too scared to move. What was this feeling? Fright? Surprise?
or love??
I stared at him he pulled me back towards him and kissed me again. I couldn't help but kiss back.
I HAD to stop this instant… But I couldn't, not only because I enjoyed this feeling. He had wrapped his tendrils tight around me, then it became dark. And then… Nothing.
Then I heard a gunshot and woke up nice and cozy in my bed.
What had happened? Had I time jumped again? There was only one way to find out.
then I realized I wasn't alone
It was him again
And he stared at me I looked around the room and saw a dead body on the floor it was my best friend from high school Oliver, I and him used to date and tears started streaming down my face.
He kissed them away and I jumped up in a furry. I screamed at him, the stranger, the MURDERER! Who did he think he was!
"HOW DARE YOU KISS ME!" I screech and leap out of the bed, grabbing for my laser. It's gone. In a desperate attempt, I close my hand around the dagger resting against my inner thigh and lunge, pinning him against the wall. He just smiles in a manically saccharine manner.
He kissed me again. What was up with this guy! Then he didn't resist just gently grabbed my waist and stared at me. I was infuriated! Where was I? What had happened to Oliver? Who the heck was he! Pressing the knife against his neck I demaded answers.
"What is with you kissing me all the time? That's just a jerk move, haven't you seen the tea & consent video?"