by Amanda Bergloff
I sighed… hoping it would attract some sort of attention, but he was fixated on eating. I thought that dining al fresco tonight would spark interesting conversation, yet we ate our meal in silence.
I remembered how I used to be insatiable for our intoxicating exchanges. However, tonight I didn’t have much of an appetite.
He looked up and burped. “You ready?” he asked.
I nodded. I wondered if he realized I hadn’t even said one word during the entire meal.
During the walk home, I came to the conclusion that all relationships must have a life cycle. The beginning part was very exciting, but the end part was actually quite annoying.
It was finally time to go to sleep. He lifted the lid for me.
“Good morning,” he said as he helped me climb in.
“You have some flesh in your teeth, dear,” I said, folding my hands across my chest.
He closed my lid with one hand as the other picked his teeth.
I listened to the sound of him opening and closing his own lid.
Before I drifted off to sleep, I thought, “I must talk to Wrenfeeld about moving my coffin to a different part of the abbey.”
Amanda Bergloff is a science fiction/fantasy writer who has had stories published by Darkhouse Books (Stories from the World of Tomorrow) and World Weaver Press (Frozen Fairy Tales.) She is also a surrealist artist who loves all things pop-culture, and the interior of her mind looks like 1950s sci fi pulp art.