A Neighborly Crush
“I’ve been watching you,” she mouthed.
“You have?”
“From across the way.” Her lips were flakey green lichen, and her stoney, pupiless eyes were nearly demonic in the fading sunlight; yes, she was hot.
“Fifty years ago I thought about talking to you, but I didn’t know if you felt the same way…” He was strangely embarrassed. The rest of the graveyard stood rigid, ignoring this intimate moment.
She smiled and slid across to the tomb he rested on. “Looks like there’s room for a granite girl over here,” she said, enshrouding him in her faux-feathered wings.
