and had a sheen like fresh blood. I licked
residue on my lips, knowing I was spreading
more than anything else. “Ahh!” I giggled.
My father feigned terror and held up his hands.
“You monster!” he laughed, bearded face smiling.
I made claws of my fingers and stalked forwards:
my footsteps were slow and lumbered like Frankenstein.
He fell on his haunches, hands protecting his face,
and I peeled them away to smush my red lips on his stubby cheek.
“Like the strawberries?” he asked hugging my small frame.
“Yes!” I exclaimed, kissing again.