Emily stared off at the sunset. In the end, it wasn’t as beautiful as her husband so she stared back into his dreamy blue eyes. “Of course,” she said.
The tea was cold now; they’d been sitting out in the park for almost eight hours. That didn’t stop her from drinking it. Marshall had made it, and that was good enough for her.
“I’m so glad you send the kids to your mother’s,” he said. “It’s been forever since we’ve actually talked.”
“Yeah, weekends are spent with birthday parties and dance recitals. And by the time you get home from work, you’re too tired to do anything but watch some television and go to bed.” Emily smoothed the blanket, moving closer to her husband. “Just think about tonight. No kids waking up in the middle of the night. Just you and me…”
“Oh, trust me. I’m thinking of it.” Marshall grinned then leaned in to kiss his wife.
The twilight left the park in a semi-darkness, almost worse than the pitch of night. But the couple didn’t care. They had each other. They didn’t hear the rustle in the bushes; they were laughing too hard.
Emily screamed. Her dress was splattered with blood and her husband slumped over on her. There as a small scaly thing, about the size of a chicken with awkward feathers sticking out of it. It turned its head, letting out an awkward squak before digging even further into Marshall’s bleeding flesh. The man was in too much shock to make a noise as he bled out.
Before she knew it, they were swarmed. She stood up, trying to shoo them away with her feet, but they just bit deep in her legs with razor sharp teeth. Blood soaked her dress and she screamed even louder, but there was no one to hear it. One of the raptors scuttled up her dress, peering at her before taking a chunk out of the side of her face. She collapsed, her legs no longer able to support her. Feathers tickled her body as bones were stripped clean and the blood stained the blanket.
Almost no carnage was left by the time the sun set completely. The bones were almost completely stripped of flesh.
The raptors stood around their kill site, staring at one another.
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Date: 2012-05-19 01:44 am (UTC)From:Emily stared off at the sunset. In the end, it wasn’t as beautiful as her husband so she stared back into his dreamy blue eyes. “Of course,” she said.
The tea was cold now; they’d been sitting out in the park for almost eight hours. That didn’t stop her from drinking it. Marshall had made it, and that was good enough for her.
“I’m so glad you send the kids to your mother’s,” he said. “It’s been forever since we’ve actually talked.”
“Yeah, weekends are spent with birthday parties and dance recitals. And by the time you get home from work, you’re too tired to do anything but watch some television and go to bed.” Emily smoothed the blanket, moving closer to her husband. “Just think about tonight. No kids waking up in the middle of the night. Just you and me…”
“Oh, trust me. I’m thinking of it.” Marshall grinned then leaned in to kiss his wife.
The twilight left the park in a semi-darkness, almost worse than the pitch of night. But the couple didn’t care. They had each other. They didn’t hear the rustle in the bushes; they were laughing too hard.
Emily screamed. Her dress was splattered with blood and her husband slumped over on her. There as a small scaly thing, about the size of a chicken with awkward feathers sticking out of it. It turned its head, letting out an awkward squak before digging even further into Marshall’s bleeding flesh. The man was in too much shock to make a noise as he bled out.
Before she knew it, they were swarmed. She stood up, trying to shoo them away with her feet, but they just bit deep in her legs with razor sharp teeth. Blood soaked her dress and she screamed even louder, but there was no one to hear it. One of the raptors scuttled up her dress, peering at her before taking a chunk out of the side of her face. She collapsed, her legs no longer able to support her. Feathers tickled her body as bones were stripped clean and the blood stained the blanket.
Almost no carnage was left by the time the sun set completely. The bones were almost completely stripped of flesh.
The raptors stood around their kill site, staring at one another.
“Tea?” one of them said.
“That sounds lovely.”