Some Dance to Remember -Friday Flash

SOME DANCE TO REMEMBER

By Melissa L. Webb

 

Hope slipped into the purple dress and zipped up the side. She crossed the room and stood in front of the mirror as she admired herself.

The corners of her mouth tugged up into a weary smile. It still fit. After all that had happened, the dress still fit. Hope studied her reflection in the mirror. She almost looked like that young girl again. If it wasn’t for the wrinkles and the silver hair, she could almost believe she had slipped back in time when she had put on that dress.

Sighing, Hope stepped away from the mirror. She knew a dress could change nothing. The events had already been played out and her Edward was gone.

Oh, but how Eddie had loved that dress on her. He would always take her into his arms and call her his Lavender Queen.

Hope giggled as she moved the needle onto the groove of the record; the player began to play their song.

She whirled as she crossed the room, lost in her memories. Eddie had been such a great dancer. His movements had even inspired her two left feet.

“Oh, Eddie,” Hope wept as she splashed a little perfume on. It had been Eddie’s favorite.

She moved from the vanity, her feet following the memories of Eddie’s. Hope closed her eyes as the music echoed through the room, reminding her of better days.

“Hope,” spoke a voice in her ear.

Her eyes snapped opened in surprise. Hope stared at the man standing before her. Her hand went to her mouth, her fingers trembling. “Eddie?”

“Hello, Darling,” he said through a grin as his arms went around her.

“Oh, Eddie. I can’t believe it,” Hope cried as she clung to him. “How can it be you?”

He leaned in, taking in the scent of her. “A love this strong opens many doors, my love.”

Hope moved back from him, wanting to verify that this was real. That it was really happening. “Eddie,” she spoke, shocked, as she looked at him. “You’re so young.”

The man standing in front of her wasn’t the one she had laid to rest. This was the Edward she had fallen in love with, that beautiful golden boy from the east.

He chuckled as he pulled her close once again. “I am as I should be, just as you are…” Eddie grinned widely as he moved her in front of the mirror.

Hope gasped in shock. She was young once again. Laughing as she shook her long black tresses, Hope turned and faced Eddie. “But how is this possible?”

He looked down at her. “It’s what you deserve, my Lavender Queen. It’s what we deserve,” Eddie whispered to her. “This is our reward.”

Hope wrapped her arms around him, feeling his warmth against her once again. “Eddie, I’ve missed you so much,” she spoke into his chest.

“As have I, Darling,” he whispered back to her. “As have I.” Eddie twirled her away from him. “But the loneliness is over. May I have this dance, Hope?”

She looked at him, tears in her eyes. “Of course, Eddie. Now and forever.”

He closed his eyes as he pulled Hope close once again. “Thank you, my love.”

They danced in each other’s arms until the sunlight crept into the room. Then, still holding each other close, they faded from the room, leaving nothing behind except the body on the bed. It wore a purple dress and a deep look of peace on its face.

©2010 Melissa L. Webb

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The Ones Who Can’t Be Seen -Friday Flash

THE ONES WHO CAN’T BE SEEN

By Melissa L. Webb

 

I saw them for the first time last week, or rather didn’t see them. Two of them stood in my driveway, their eyes boring into me.

It was all I could do not to lock myself in my house and hide, praying as I did, that they would vanish from existence.

I don’t know why they exist or how long they’ve been here. All I know is I can sense them now. What changed in me, I cannot tell you. One minute I was just your regular everyday waitress and now I’m a receptor of the Ones Who Can’t Be Seen.

That’s what I call them because no one knows they’re there. I mean how could we? We’ve been programmed not to see this kind of stuff since we were children. And let me tell you: our parents were right to keep us oblivious to these things.

I can barely live now. The feeling that they’re there, watching and waiting for God knows what. My skin burns when they’re around. It’s like their aura leaks onto mine. It’s the worst feeling I’ve ever had.

And they are everywhere. I never would have guessed there was so many of them. They sit in the empty booths at the restaurant where I work. They don’t even move when a customer sits down by them. They just stare while the people dine shoulder to shoulder with them and don’t even know it.

They’re in the aisles of the supermarkets we shop and they are in the empty seats at the theaters. They even stand and wait in the restrooms we use. I feel their eyes follow me as I drive home at night, their presence watching from the sidewalks.

I made a terrible mistake yesterday. I let them know I could sense them.
I screamed at them to leave me alone. I told them that I didn’t care what they were as long as they stayed away from me.

I don’t think anyone has ever known about them before. I could feel their shock as they began to watch me closer.

That was where I went wrong. Now they gather on my yard. Droves of them have come. Their auras pulse loudly, trying to drown me in them.

They have surrounded my house, as more still come. They squeeze their bodies against the walls of my home and pound their fists into the wood turning my house into a death drum of sorts.

I know they will come for me. It’s only a matter of time. One will find a crack somewhere and they’ll slip in, making their way to my room, where I huddle now in my bed.

I think I am alone in my room now, but their aura has covered everything and I can’t be sure. I’ll try to ignore that faint breeze as I lay here and pray that they forget about me.

©2010 Melissa L. Webb

The Defeated- Friday Flash

(Warning: If you are my cousin; read at your own risk.)

THE DEFEATED
By Melissa L. Webb

The enemy made their way into the deserted streets of the town. All life had been silenced around them as the soldiers walked along the blacktop.

They searched for any movement, but their eyes found only the tattered remains of the Stars and Stripes flapping aimlessly in the wind.

They spread out, looking for any signs of survivors. Their eradication would be the cherry on top of an already glorious day.

The platoon turned the corner, their eyes still scanning. A street sign squeaked in the distance, while the smell of gunpowder hung heavily in the air.

The Commander stepped forward and looked around, a smile spreading across his face. His eyes danced at the bodies that mingled with the debris, covering the ground. Death was the only thing left here. It was done.

Patrol units identical to his were blanketing the entire country. They were all seeing the same thing. Victory!

The Commander turned to his men and laughed. It was a dark sound. “We have done it, men. They are no more. America is now ours!”

Cheers rose among his men. They knew this made them the new super-power of the world.

“Okay, troops,” the Commander said clapping his hands. “Go get the spoils. You deserve it.”

With a whoop, his men spread out, looking for their new ill-gotten gains.

The Commander stepped forward, his eyes looking as well. He needed something to take back with him; but it had to be special. After all, it wasn’t everyday you overthrew the United States.

He pressed forward, moving closer to a window of a small store. It was an antique store. He chuckled slightly. It always amused him, what passed for antiques in the U.S.

The Commander brought the butt of his rifle back preparing to break the glass. He hoped he could find something decent in the junk these Americans loved so much.

As he swung the gun forward, a reflection in the glass caught his eye. The Commander froze mid-swing, watching as a shape rose up in the glass.

He spun around fast to face what ever had been reflected and grinned slightly. There had been a survivor. He’d been hiding in plain sight, under the cold carcasses of his fellow compatriots.

The Commander’s grin grew wider, looking obscene next to the gleam in his eyes. He would indeed get to spill more blood today.

His rifle cracked and the report echoed off the street around him. He had hit the survivor squarely in the chest. Dark blood trickled down from the small opening he had created.

The smile disappeared from the Commander’s face, when he realized the man was still coming towards him. “What?” he yelled in shock. He opened fire again, causing the survivor’s body to dance with each bullet; yet the man kept coming.

“Why won’t you fall?” the Commander yelled at him. He took a quick step back when he noticed the survivor’s eyes. They were covered in a white milky film. The Commander gasped. These were the eyes of a corpse.

“Who are you?” he screamed at the man.

More gunshots rang out around him. “Stay away from us,” his men shouted.

The Commander reluctantly took his eyes of the man in front of him and looked around. The bodies, which had littered the streets, were now up and moving, surrounding his men in a tight circle.

The Commander’s eyes widened in fear. It couldn’t be. They were all dead. They had been exterminated!

Yet, the bodies pressed on, dragging their ruined flesh forward, determination in their cold dead eyes.

The Commander looked back at the one he had tried to bring down, and felt tears form in his eyes.

Part of the man’s skull was missing, yet he continued to grin as if nothing mattered.

Pressing his back against the window, the Commander tried to put more distance between himself and the dead man. “What are you?” he shouted, fear thick in his voice.

The zombie moved his jaw slowly and spoke, “America never dies.”

The Commander’s screams joined his platoon’s as the zombie’s arms encircled him.

 ©2010 Melissa L. Webb

Zombie Luv Flash Fic Contest: Tainted Love -Friday Flash

TAINTED LOVE

By Melissa L. Webb

We strolled along the path, hand in hand, under the pale moonlight. Our fingers curled around each other, as if clinging to life itself.

I glanced over at Matt, at the glint in his eyes reflected by that pale light. He was happy too. That much was obvious.

“I love you,” I told him, my voice husky as the night air.

He smiled slightly. “I love you too, Tiff. Now and forever.”

Matt’s words made my chest swell as we passed the others who were out as well. They nodded to us as we passed, acknowledging our shared nocturnal activities.

Matt’s stomach growled as I felt his fingers twitch against mine.

I looked at him. “Are you hungry?”

He nodded his head slightly. “Yeah, I am. It feels like hours since we last ate.”

“I could go for a snack as well,” I told him, looking around. “I just don’t know where we’ll find something decent to eat this late.”

Matt stopped and looked at me, the gleam in his eye even brighter now. “Don’t worry, Tiff. I’m sure we can find something.”

I giggled as we headed on, looking for our late night feast.

We passed more of our kind, all in search of the same thing. My eyes followed them as they shuffled on by. “I don’t think there’s any left, Matt.”

“Don’t worry so much, Tiff. Look, there’s one now,” he said and pointed at a house off to the side.

I watched as something ran across the porch. I smiled. There was some food left. It was a good thing too. Suddenly I was starving.

We closed in on the porch, towards the creature that cowered in the shadows. She didn’t move. She just sat there and let us come, too terrified to do anything else.

We advanced on her and started to feed, our teeth ripping into one of the few humans left. They were growing scarcer everyday since the change. It was getting harder and harder for a zombie to get a decent meal anymore.

But that didn’t matter to me, I had what I wanted, and we would get by. I was sharing my unlife with the man I loved. That was the important thing.

I ripped out the heart and set it aside for later, as we dined on the human.

Once I had sated my hunger, I sat back and watched Matt finish his meal.

He turned and looked at me, his lips moist from the juices of our feast. He smiled and looked down by my hand. “Are you going to eat that?”

I followed his eyes down to the vascular organ I had sat there and giggled at his appetite.

Pushing it to him, I smiled. “Of course, my love, you know my heart always belongs to you.”

©2010 Melissa L. Webb

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