Wednesday, January 02, 2008


Harold was unsure what to offer Gillian as recompense for his behavior at New Year’s Eve. Most women appreciated flowers or the offering of chocolate to the altar of their vanity, but Gillian accepted neither, preferring her own counsel to that of her suddenly estranged lover. Flowers wilted and died on the stoop of her crypt and the Truffle Assortment was enjoyed by badgers and foxes instead of their intended recipient.

It was a week before he hit on the perfect gift for the vampire who needed nothing: an electric agitator, to prevent the congealing of extracted blood.

She smiled.

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