Saturday, May 08, 2010

Nightmares


"This is an absolute nightmare," said Amanda, her hands awkwardly placed on hips that jutted too fat, too angular for any normal girl.

"Hold on." Jasfoup tapped the last of the numbers into his Bloodberry. "There! That should keep the accounts department off your back for a while. They won't even discover you're dead until they've finished dealing with all the e-mails from Nicaraguan millionaire refugees" He dropped the phone into his pocket. "What's a nightmare? The whole dying-and-coming-back-to-possess-your-own-body thing? It could be worse, you know. You could be possessing some old tart who thinks she can write."

"That too," she conceded. "But I meant the stains on the settee."

4 comments:

aims said...

Gasp!

I surely hope that Jasfoup is not referring to anyone we know! Saucy demon!

Leatherdykeuk said...

I wouldn't put it past him!

stephanie said...

*chuckles* You should have a word! Or fail to take a few...

Leatherdykeuk said...

He's immune. He knows I can't work without him.