Karrie had never worn white in her life. Not the day of her first communion, not even when she'd dressed as a ghost that one Halloween, but yet here she was...
What the hell had she been thinking getting involved with Ken? Really, Ken- like the doll. He wasn't her type at all. He loved tradition and tuxedos and classic rock, while she adored zombies and punk. And him, of course. What had she been thinking?
From the moment she met him, everything about him irritated her. His pigheadedness, his obnoxious sense of humor, his conservative dress. He could be so hot if he'd just wear a little black once in awhile.
What the hell was she thinking? Of course he was hot. She yearned for him, wanting to rip the clothes off his back, cut through that proper boy-next-door look like a razor through cardboard. Shreds of tuxedo would decorate their room after the ceremony. God, he was sexy.
Thankfully, she got to dress as a zombie bride.
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ganymeder over 14 years ago
Didn't have time to edit, but this was the first thing that came to mind from the photo.
lekvarlover over 14 years ago
I like the phrase and image of a "zombie bride."
SelahWrites over 14 years ago
It makes me think of many of the VFF'ers and is good in that regard. I like the contrasty feel of it.
RebeccaEmin over 14 years ago
I really like the contrast between the characters. I like the sound of him, no so sure about the narrator!
TonyNoland over 14 years ago
I like the uncertainty that gives way to, ahem, certainty.
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Author Catherine Russell shares her life with her high school sweetheart, their son, and two ferocious puppies in the Wilds of Ohio while writing short stories, editing her novel, and learning more about the craft every day. Her work has been published in Flash Me magazine, Metro Fiction, Beyond Centauri, and the ‘Best of Friday Flash – Volume One‘ and the ‘Best of Friday Flash – Volume Two‘ anthologies.
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