Sunday, September 15, 2013

Replenishment

He made his way, with exaggerated care, down the narrow stone stairs to the catacombs. Te made his way, with exaggerated care, down the narrow stone stairs to the catacombs beneath the cliffs. hough this was far from the first time he had negotiated the dank passageways, he was feeling less than stellar. Perhaps, he had deliberated too long before conceding his need for…replenishment?

That he was still capable of feeling discomfiture at the necessities of his situation was ludicrous. Quite simply, for him to continue to exist, certain sacrifices must be made. Celia was but the latest, he mused.

She was a woman of substance in both the literal and figurative sense of the word. Of delectable dimensions and generous curves, she possessed, as well, a keen and probing intellect and a delightful zest for life and all its wonders.

He would miss her greatly upon her passing, but the very qualities that made her so desirable promised infinite benefit to him from the infusion of life force her death would provide.


This story was written for the weekly Saturday Sunday Tails flash fiction photo and phrase prompt: delectable dimension(s). 

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