He set the time portal for 12 minutes ahead and stepped through. Stumbling out a moment later, he gasped, “There’s nothing up there!”
“I luff you,” she said. “I lubv you,” she said. “I luuh ooh,” she said. Bobby scowled and wrung the manual. Nothing was made to last.
Although his heart had been rotting, he loved her madly. She bent to kiss his long gone lips and he pulled her in close, feeling her spleen.
The acrobat falls from the trapeze. Applause follows, but not from me: I am the harshest judge on Zombie Talentz UK. Plus, I have no torso.
There was a child. Artificially cloned. Kept in a basement, away from the world. On mother’s day, he hugged the television.