“It's perfect Sam, just perfect.”
Sam moved over to John and kissed him, as he moved his head away the candle flames were reflected in his eyes. John pressed Sam's nose back into place and flashed him a toothless grin.
The registrar shuffled in;
“A beautiful setting boys, and a harvest moon to boot!”
The guests started entering from all sides of the glade, a low moaning and groaning permeated the forest. Jason and Spencer had deadly nightshade boutonnières, matching Sam and John's own. Spencer waved Jason's arm and then put it on the seat next to him. Jason could have been crying but it was more probable that his eye socket was infected again and the wound was weeping. The guests took their seats, the registrar beckoned Sam and John to the front, mindful of the weakened tape around what was left of his wrist.
The registrar cleared his throat, four cockroaches crawled out and scuttled off into the dark, one was grabbed by a guest who munched it nonchalantly. The moaning and groaning quieted then stopped.
“We are gathered here today to witness the join in marriage of this zombie and err this other zombie. Instead of the usual set of vows, Sam and John had decided to declare their love for each other through poetry; Sam perhaps you would like to go first?”
Sam and John stood facing each other, Sam took a much folded piece of paper out of his jacket pocket;
“When first we met, I thought my heart would beat again,
I have loved no other as I love you,
I give myself to you, as you give yourself to me,
Together in unending death.”
A pause, the sounds of the night and soft moaning from the guests were all that could be heard.
“Now John,”
John took a deep breath and exhaled through the holes in his torso.
“When first we met, I wanted more than just your brain,
I had no doubt that we were meant to be,
I give myself to you, as you give yourself to me,
Together in inevitable decay.”
The appreciative and emotional moaning from the guest grew a little louder but stopped when the registrar moved forward and placed John's hand in Sam's. John shuffled a little closer to Sam to rejoin his hand.
“We have heard the declarations of love and devotion from John and Sam so I make my declaration that they are now joined together in marriage and wish them a long and peaceful death. You may now kiss your husband.”
Sam and John leaned is and kissed, the guests erupted into applause which was interspersed with the sound of fingers falling from hands to the forest floor.
(c) Lexx Clarke 2010
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Oh, my goodness, I absolutely adore this!
ReplyDeleteA very funny story, and I enjoyed the wonderfully amusing poetry. :D
Great job with your zombie luv story, Lexx!
Thanks Mari-girl, glad you like it, it was good fun to write and a bit different from my usual work lol!
ReplyDeleteYou're on! :D
ReplyDeleteI think that wedding was better than mine. Loved the fingers falling as they clapped. Nice job.
ReplyDeleteGood stuff. All of the zombie descriptions were terrific.
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ReplyDeleteLOL at the "I thought my heart would beat again." Very sweet and gross all at the same time. :)
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