This is my entry, or half of it, for Cal's contest. It's short narratives on my secondary characters in The Party Killers, so if it makes no sense at all, don't worry. It does have some spoilers, but you are tough cookies. I have two more entries to write; those will come around eventually.
Time Period: 1920s
047. FROM THE BEST OF FRIENDS
Frank didn’t want to open it.
The letter had arrived on his door step that morning, but now the sun had crawled to the other side of the earth, and he still didn’t want to open it.
When he threw it in fire, the flames consumed all there was so that Frank had no hope of pulling it back out again and reading it.
While it burned, Frank could read only one word: Somdomite [sic].
046. MY ONE TRUE LOVE, LOST…
His first kiss had been with the factory girl whose arm had got caught in a loom and was, as such, completely missing. She was nine; he was five. The four year difference was smaller in comparison to the blood that was spraying on the machines, the floor, Frank’s pants. Because he thought he loved her, because she had pretty lips, because she would be dead soon; he kissed her.
She died before their lips could be untangled, before their fingers could untie, before he could say, “I love you.”
His first kiss had been with a dead girl.
082. AIR TIGHT; LOVE TIGHT
Frank kept his tears in a jar with a lid so tight no human could open it. The jar hid on a shelf before a flight of stairs which led to his heart. He preferred it that way because no one would ever see him cry.
As the jar shattered, Frank realized that Kel Grenwald wasn’t human.
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