Melinda (standard:horror, 445 words)
Author: timster	Added: May 28 2004	Views/Reads: 3489/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Have you ever met the perfect woman? Be careful what you wish for.

Melinda 

The gaze caught me off guard.  It's not that she is stunning in
appearance, just in someway it touched me.  Women tend not to give the 
look to me.  Usually they turn their head quickly away when they see 
the right arm missing.  I lost it some 35 years ago over in Vietnam and 
haven't had a free woman since. 

Her smile is magical and touches my soul.  I give a quick smile back to
her and she gracefully removes herself from the barstool and waltzes 
towards me.  I'm afraid in a sense; she sees past my arm and peers into 
my soul.  Nobody has touched me in this way for many years. 

She sits beside me and introduces herself as Melinda.  We talk of
nature, life and even a bit of politics.  She is mysterious, though I 
feel her warmth.  I wonder if this is what has been missing from my 
life for all the years past.  Melinda invites me over to her house; 
perhaps she feels the same connection I do. 

We arrive at a large white two-story Victorian style house.  It is old,
yet well taken care of.  My guess it was built near the turn of the 
20th century.  The house is located some miles from town on quite a lot 
of acreage.  The seclusion is eerie, but it adds a sense of adventure 
to the night. 

The inside is well kept, with antique furniture dotting the downstairs. 
She asks me if I would like a drink and I gratefully accept.  I hear 
the glasses rattling in the kitchen and she makes her way back out with 
a glass of white wine.  Melinda doesn't have a drink for herself; maybe 
she is a recovering alcoholic.  It doesn't matter. 

She leads me upstairs to the large master bedroom as I slowly sip my
wine.  There are several shelves with brass urn's resting upon them.  I 
start to walk over to them and she quickly tells me to look at her.  
Melinda is slowly unbuttoning her blouse.  My attention turns towards 
her. 

Perhaps the wine has taken a toll on me.  I begin to feel weak and
dizzy.  Hell I can barely stand.  Quickly a chair finds me and I slump 
into it.  Then I hear the chant. 

“To the gods of the bloodless moon; pale death in a burnished orb is
yours for all eternity.” 

Melinda repeats it over and over again until I hear no more. 

I'm not sure if this is Heaven or Hell.  At first she would visit rather
frequently and warmth would overcome me.  Now the visits are rare and I 
feel alone, just drifting though space. 


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