It’s a beautiful, sunny day in California, so I’m not quite sure what inspired this story.
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Genre: Horror/99 words
It was just as he remembered them with their heads resting upon each other, his outstretched fingers patting her hair as blood spilled onto the floor into a sticky red pool. He met the same fate in a moment’s time with a slash to the jugular.
When he began sculpting, he arranged them in this exact positioning, although he fought the temptation to try a more pleasing design. They at least had earned this much and deserved the dignity of the memory of their death together.
His art required precision, carving the details into his chosen subjects for eternity.