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Frosting
by Sonora Taylor
Theresa licked the frosting from her thumb. Vanilla: Scott’s favorite. The cake beneath the frosting was her favorite: red velvet. Both together, just like she and Scott would be for the rest of their lives.
Three layers of cake sat beneath a vintage topper that Scott bought for them as a joke. “I just knew you’d love the Precious Moments vibe,” he’d said with a smirk as Theresa groaned at the porcelain angel and noble mare.
“Yeah,” Theresa agreed. “Maybe Precious Moments from Hell.”
Theresa smiled at both the memory and the sweetness of the sugar and vanilla coating her teeth. She saw a bit of red upon the cake.
Her smile fell. “Scott!” she called.
Scott looked up from across the banquet hall. Their guests lay in pieces on the floor between them. Scott held the maid of honor by her hair, her mouth and eyes already slack as blood spilled from her slit throat onto the dance floor.
“You got blood on the cake!” Theresa said. “Be careful!”
“I didn’t get it all on the cake,” Scott said as he dropped the maid of honor to the floor. He walked towards Theresa, careful to not slip on the blood on the floor. “It was just -”
“An accident. You’ve always been the messy one when we kill.”
Scott pulled Theresa close to him and kissed her forehead. “But you kind of love the mess, don’t you?”
Theresa smiled as she leaned her cheek against his chest. “No comment.”
“Well, the guests are all taken care of. Let’s have some cake.”
“Yes. And champagne.” Theresa and Scott each picked up a blood-soaked glass, then clinked them together over the cake. “To us.”
Fiction © Copyright Sonora Taylor
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from Sonora Taylor:
Cara Vineyard lives a quiet life in rural North Carolina. She works for an emerging brewery, drives her truck late at night, and lives with her mother on a former pumpkin farm. Her mother is proud of her and keeps a wall displaying all of Cara’s accomplishments.
Cara isn’t so much proud as she is bored. She’s revitalized when she meets Jackson Price, a pharmacist in Raleigh. Every day they spend together, she falls for him a little more — which in turn makes her life more complicated. When Cara goes on her late-night drives, she often picks up men. Those men tend to die. And when Cara comes back to the farm, she brings a memento for her mother to add to her wall of accomplishments.
Cara’s mother loves her no matter what. But she doesn’t know if Jackson will feel the same — and she doesn’t want to find out.
This is Amazing
An RSVP to that wedding was a mistake. A terrific story.
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I have a new flash piece up on Spreading the Writer’s Word! Check out “Frosting,” a romantic wedding tale that cuts to the chase.