A 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers. Some people have no heart whatsoever.
“What do think you’re playing at! Stop running your bony fingers through my hair, and take that bloody tongue of yours out of my ear, it gives me the creeps.”
“Sorry love, but it’s what I’m meant to do. It’s called passion. We’re in love.”
“Passion! Love! Don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. You do come out with some rubbish at times. By the way, I hope you’re not thinking of putting those cold lips of yours on my neck?”
“Don’t worry my sweetest one. It will all become clear once he’s carved out your heart.”
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