Issue Three
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KATIE JONES<br />
“I can’t believe you actually did it.” She<br />
spoke softly, slightly awed by this.<br />
“Well,” he paused before speaking<br />
again, “I knew you wanted it, you’ve<br />
always spoke of those two lovers. And<br />
look,” his hand went underneath the<br />
fabric of his shirt, revealing a ring<br />
dangling on a chain from his neck.<br />
Alice’s eyes bulged, reaching forward<br />
she fingered the gold ring ever so gently<br />
with the tips of her fingers. “Forever<br />
lovers,” she whispered voice barely<br />
audible.<br />
Terry leaned forward, and his lips met<br />
hers, gently caressing the soft, plump<br />
flesh of her mouth. She kissed him<br />
back, before finally pulling away, wide<br />
eyes locking onto his face. “Thank you.”<br />
The two parted, and Terry headed back<br />
home, walking in the light provided by<br />
the street lamps above and smiling to<br />
himself. He went slowly, enjoying the<br />
darkness and the stars, his lips still<br />
curled into a grin as the kiss lingered<br />
there. When he slid the key into the<br />
lock of his door, he felt something<br />
caress the back of his neck. Crying out,<br />
he spun around, stray hairs freeing from<br />
the tie in his hair and settling around his<br />
shocked face.<br />
There was nothing there. He reached<br />
back to touch the flesh of his neck and<br />
the skin was ice cold and slightly<br />
wet. He brought his fingers back and<br />
close to his face, studying the thin film of<br />
moisture there. Frowning, eyebrows<br />
drawn close together he turned around<br />
and opened the door, locking it behind<br />
him and switching on the lights. The<br />
screen of his laptop was still on, and he<br />
walked over, settling down into the chair<br />
and focussing on the pictures of the two<br />
in the grave, the comments were<br />
endless. People were both impressed<br />
and enraged. Terry grinned and began<br />
to type furiously, hitting the keyboard<br />
hard as he went. He looked down, and<br />
noticed that there were flakes wedged<br />
between the keys, between his fingers<br />
he picked one out staring at it; it was dry<br />
and crumpled from his touch. Ignoring<br />
it, he typed on, before settling into bed,<br />
mind fuzzy and still drunk.<br />
He awoke a couple of hours later, and<br />
rolled over and onto his stomach, but his<br />
face was pressing into something<br />
beneath him, it felt like crumbs on his<br />
pillow. He reached out lethargically, and<br />
switched on the lamp, only to discover<br />
the little flakes were not crumbs, but<br />
something else, transparent and light,<br />
they covered his pillow case like<br />
dandruff. He threw the pillow off the<br />
bed, stood up and made his way to the<br />
linen closet, grabbing another pillow<br />
case and peeling the used one off it<br />
before forcing the bulky pillow into its<br />
cover. Sleep came almost suddenly,<br />
and his slumber was peaceful.<br />
Hours later the alarm buzzed in his<br />
room, and he moved to turn it<br />
off. Stepping out of bed and into the<br />
shower, he stood there as the water fell<br />
over him, wiping away at his body<br />
blindly before stepping out and drying<br />
himself off. As usual, he checked his