Prompt: a
tombstone, a first kiss, a butterfly collection.
Hayley
walked through the gates of the graveyard and the fluttering’s of nervous
excitement she had been feeling all day, turned to apprehension.
Why on earth
did Martin want to meet here for a first date? Very strange. It’s not quite where
she had imagined she would be for her first date, and hopefully her first kiss,
but nevermind.
She had met
Martin while she was on a school trip to the museum. Their eyes had connected
through the glass display of a butterfly collection and she had been mesmerised ever since.
Deep within
the graveyard, Martin paced in front of
his family tombstone. He had already prepped the ground in anticipation of
Hayley’s arrival.
“Don’t worry
dad,” he whispered to a corpse, “fresh blood will soon be here. You will be
awake again before the sun goes down.”
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