MicroHorror

Jamie couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have a girlfriend like Beth.

Her blond hair shone like silk, cascading across her pale shoulders. Her eyes shimmered like chips of tanzanite beneath delicate black lashes, reflected in the wan candlelight. Her slightly parted lips were red and full, unconsciously sensual and hinting at undisclosed pleasures yet to come.

Her neck was long and slender, as smooth as an alabaster column, and her arms lay like willowy branches by her side. Her hands, unadorned by anything as vulgar as jewelry, were small and slight, the fingers of each ending in immaculately manicured nails.

Jamie shifted his gaze from her hands up to her sweet, round breasts, noting the pleasing way that they swelled above her ribs. Her toned abdominal muscles were just visible through the translucent skin of her stomach and her beautiful legs seemed to stretch into an ecstatic infinity.

Hair, eyes and lips. Neck, arms and hands. Breasts, stomach and legs. Each was part of a perfect puzzle.

Jamie wiped the tears from his eyes with a hand that was spattered with blood.

He wondered how he would ever put her back together again.