The Price of Youth
by K.Z. Morano
I was a rotting fruit… fattening flies… waiting to be harvested by death.
I stared at the mirror as the maggots of old age consumed me. Skin, sinew, skeleton, soul…
Then the peddler came, with his potion and persuasive tongue.
It seemed like a fair price at the time.
After all, what need have I for toes…
Or posterior teeth…
They’re easily concealed.
Three wealthy husbands later, he returned.
“Fear not, Madame,” he chitchatted as he severed my leg. “Long skirts are fashionable these days.”
I opened my mouth to scream… and silence exploded within the tongueless cavity.
He he, engaging 🙂
thank you 🙂 happy Halloween
You’re welcome. Same to you 🙂
First, very well written – and next now I not afraid of withes anymore, when they are so good looking… 😀 😀 😀
haha thanks Drake. Happy Halloween 🙂
You scare me.
good. haha Happy Halloween 🙂
Chilling and really well told, KZ.
thank you. Happy Halloween. 🙂
Great story and lovely costume!
thank you 🙂