The Audition
“How were the auditions?” my wife asked when I finally dropped down beside her in bed.
“Horrendous,” I replied. “So many silly genre stereotypes–I laughed most of them off the set.”
“I vant to suck your blooood,” my wife teased.
“Exactly!” I chuckled, not really amused.
“No, really. I vant to suck your blooood,” she persisted.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I turned to face my wife–who wasn’t exactly my wife. There was something… “Ahhh!” I cried as she attacked my neck.
“You weren’t the only one holding auditions today, my sweet,” she murmured, right before I joined her in eternity.