Saturday, May 13, 2006

It Came Upon a Holiday Night

It was Easter night and Loel was just finishing off another deviled egg. He would scoop out the yolk with a rabbit’s foot, eat the whites, and then cheerfully suck the rabbit’s foot until his temples hurt. He had eaten a great plenty of them already, losing count at a big number.

Then, most of a sudden, he heard a spooky noise, that of something spooky. It was followed by a hauntingly beautiful cymbal song. Driven by a strange curiosity, Loel went to his window, satisfying one strange curiosity with an even stranger curiosity, for in his front yard he saw a glowing form dancing in the moonless night. Though there was no source from which a light could have been shed, there was this figure. A woman. Glowing! Her long hair stood on end, suspended as if under water, and when she moved—or glided—she did so just inches above the ground; through trees, fences, and anything else that would otherwise pose as an obstacle.

Observing more closely, Loel recognized this bizarre apparition to be his wife, who had passed away eight years before, dancing the jig of the undead. “Oh, bizarre aborigine,” he said in amazement, “how beguiling thou . . .” then he got bored and went to bed.

His dead wife grew tired of dancing for nobody and retired to her trailer of the undead.

4 Comments:

Blogger pee money said...

I could suck on this story until my temples hurt.

8:23 PM  
Blogger evil ape said...

What are you, gay?

9:13 PM  
Blogger pee money said...

If by "gay" you mean "happy and carefree", then I would have to say No.

9:13 PM  
Blogger scottra said...

What the, where's all the updates?

6:31 PM  

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