Woodland Mama set forth an unusual challenge for us this week: the assignment is to write the 1st paragraph of an unusual love story.
Ha! Piece of cake for me, right?
Well, I have been in the throes of strep throat (doctor appointment today!) and have spent much of my weekend unconscious, tossing and turning while alternately freezing and burning up. It makes for some very interesting dreams...
She was not at all attractive.
He gazed at her and felt a twinge of pity for her ragged appearance. She laid on her back, spread-eagled, eyes wide with shock. If she was still breathing, it was so shallow that it was indiscernible.
He hadn't meant for it to come to this, and with much reluctance, he picked up her body and put it on the roof, intending to return for it later and figure out what to do with it.
Shaking his head, he got into his truck and headed off for work.
Several hours later, he returned to find her body gone. It seemed impossible, and he began looking all around, finally finding her huddled in the dark recesses behind a bush. Her skull shone dully in the waning light where the skin had been pecked off - and her neck bones ground against each other, exposed to air and dirt, the only lubrication a bit of blood.
He had no idea what to do about this situation, but if she lived, he would have great respect for her stamina and will - and do everything within his power to make sure nothing like this ever happened again.