Watch, not Make: A Cautionary Tale

Brains are funny things. Sometimes strange ideas for stories suddenly appear in your mind while you are driving to work. Why? I don't know, but I have a sneaking suspicion it might have something to do with parasites...

Umm...a warning, this story isn't the sort of story you think it might be when you first start reading...er..well, I guess it is for awhile-- nevermind, see for yourself.

Watch, not Make

The silver flecks in his deep blue eyes glittered in the flash of lightning. She tightened her grip on his arm.



“I shouldn't...” he said.


Thunder rumbled in the clouds, the storm was getting closer.


“Shh,” she said tangling her fingers in his wavy, chin-length hair, “it doesn't matter.”


He sighed and turned towards her, concern creased his forehead.


“Is this truly what you want?” he asked. She could feel the deep tones of his voice reverberate through her body like the ringing of a church bell. Did he really have to ask?


“More than anything,” she murmured. Heavy drops of rain began to fall. She lost herself in the intensity of his silvery blue eyes. Lightning flared. The muscles in her chest tightened and her throat ached. Thunder roared across the sky.


And then he kissed her.


His warm, smooth lips met hers and he held her face in his hands. She felt the damp feathers of his wings as they folded around her. Though her eyes were closed, she saw the blaze of light. She felt the electricity surge through every cell of her body.


Then her heart stopped.


When she opened her eyes she couldn't feel anything at all.


“I told you, I shouldn't have let myself-”


“What happened?” she asked.


“I should have been watching out for you!” his face twisted in anguish, “Not making out with you!”


He was the only thing she could see, everything else was obscured by a soft mist.


“It's ok,” she said. She tried to reach out to him, but in place of hands, she had only dim sensations.


“No, it's not,” he said, “I couldn't save you, I was too...distracted.” The mist began to lift and she could see that he was staring down at her burned body.


“It's my fault,” she said, “I should have known there would be serious consequences for making out with my guardian angel.”


“This is about as serious as it gets,” he agreed, frowning.


“So...do you want to...?


“You don't have any lips. You're incorporeal.”


“Right.”