Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Romance Reborn

“He’s dead,” Sue cried, looking at the mangled midget body lying in front of her car.

“Maybe he’s stunned?”

Sue kicked the small body; he didn’t move. “Definitely dead.”

“Check for an ID,” Jen suggested.

Sue found a card attached to his arrow satchel and read: “If you’re reading this it means I am dead. As such, you will become the Angel of Romance and spread the love.”

“Why are you getting smaller?” her friend asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” Sue looked down, she was no taller than a two year old, and wings sprouted from her back, tearing through her clothes. Her lithe body was chubby and her genitals had transformed into little boy bits.

“What the hell?” Her voice was now deeper, too.

Jen laughed and picked Sue up. “You’re so adorable!”

“Put me down! Or I’ll pop an arrow in your ass with that loser Bud’s name on it!”

“You don’t have to be mean,” Jen huffed, setting her friend down.

“Tell my parents I ran away from home,” Sue said as she donned the satchel of arrows and picked up the gilded bow, then flapped her wings. “See you the next time you’re in love.”

© January 11, 2011

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