He’d never tried one. Sharp fangs easily slid into its juicy bowels. He sucked, face twitching at the bitterness of its nectar, but it tasted good. It was bright, alive, and firm. He looked at her slumped in the corner. Pale, bland, limp, then back to the grapefruit cupped delicately in his grip. He smiled and asked it “Where have you been all my life?”
He stood triumphant, surveying the aftermath of their battle. Objects from her kitchen strewn everywhere after she’d hurled them frenziedly trying to escape his terror. Knives, forks, a ladle, a toaster. Like all the others, her fight had been fruitless. A grapefruit lay at his feet. Perhaps not so fruitless he thought, smirking. Pushing his floor length black cape to the side, he picked it up from the mess.
He’d never tried one. Sharp fangs easily slid into its juicy bowels. He sucked, face twitching at the bitterness of its nectar, but it tasted good. It was bright, alive, and firm. He looked at her slumped in the corner. Pale, bland, limp, then back to the grapefruit cupped delicately in his grip. He smiled and asked it “Where have you been all my life?” Comments are closed.
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