Great ending MOH …and ah deadhorse
Here’s one I submitted to MicroHorror a sight that takes Horror flash fiction
An empty space
Ernie knew the moment he saw her across the bar she was the one. Her beautiful blonde hair, those big blue eyes, she had it. Not just her striking looks, he knew in his heart she had it. She had that special something that could fill the void within him.
So many years he has looked for her, so many years he has longed. Since he was just a boy he was aware of the empty space that needed to be filled. Ernie sipped his beer then snuck another glance. She caught him this time and graced him with a quick smile. That lovely smile he thought, it had to be her.
He made his way over to her and said hi, she didn’t seem surprised. Maybe she felt it too, Ernie wondered. The truth was she had seen him looking at her all night and expected the visit. With her approval he took the seat next to her. To both parties delight they hit it off fantastically.
They enjoyed conversation, wine, and dance. Her name was Joni and after last call she invited Ernie back to her place. He was so happy he felt like he was floating. Not only had he found her but things were going so incredible.
Back at her place the new acquaintances wasted no time. Joni locked her door then jumped into Ernie’s arms. “I really like you; I hope you’re not after just one thing.” She said gazing into Ernie’s eyes. “I really like you too but I am after just one thing.” Ernie replied softly. Her gaze turned pouty and concerned. “oh not sex, I am interested in your soul.” He said as he brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers. She smiled that lovely smile.
Ernie smiled back and unsheathed the hunting knife he had been concealing. “I think yours should fit perfectly.” He told her. Her smile turned back to concern. “I was born without a soul but you’ve always had yours, it’s not fare” He said griping her tightly with one arm. Joni tried to push him away but it was too late. Ernie plunged the blade into her side twisting it as he did. “I have tried others but they’re not the right shape, they have to be the right shape to fit.” he laid her gently down as she drifted off.
Ernie flipped Joni over. He had done this hundreds of times and knew just were to find what he was looking for. Cutting the soft spot in the base of her skull he reached two fingers in. with some concentration he retrieved a shimmering dark blue mass the size of a box of matches.
Ernie examined the shape of the little treasure in his hand. He clinched Joni’s soul and held it to his chest. “It will fit, it will!” he said as tears ran down his face.
this was inspired by an old tales from the crypt episode