
This is the seventh part in an ongoing serial I’m writing. To read from the beginning, click here.
‘So what you been doing for two hundred and fifty years?’ Damon asked his brother.
Crispin shrugged. ‘You know…stuff.’
‘What sort of stuff?’
‘You know,’ Crispin repeated. ‘Same old, same old.’
Damon was about to sigh, when he realised he wasn’t particularly interested in hearing what Crispin had spent the last two and half centuries doing. No doubt it was nefarious. No doubt some of it at least, was criminal.
They fell once more into silence, though it could hardly be described as companionable. Yet it wasn’t too long before the sound of rattling could be heard somewhere amongst the gravestone to their right.
Damon halted and peered into the gloom and a moment later the cause of the noise became apparent. ‘Oh no,’ Damon whispered.
‘Oh Damon, darling!’ a call went up.
‘Oh no,’ he whispered again. They had been spotted.
Damon stayed on the path and groaned audibly as a bright, white skeleton dressed up to the nines, wobbled unsteadily towards them. The skeleton was wearing a wig of long, flowing blond hair and a long, bone-hugging dress in blood red. Around her neck vertebrae was a feather boa and on top of her head, a top hat, positioned precariously atop the wig, at what could only be described as a jaunty angle.
‘How is my favourite demon?’ she cooed, before realising her favourite demon was not alone. ‘And who is your handsome friend? Won’t you introduce us?’ She offered Crispin what she hoped was an alluring smile but it was nothing short of sinister.
Crispin, who had seen a lot of the world of the living and the dead, instinctively took a step backwards.
‘Crispin, this is Shelly the Skelly. Shelly, this is my brother, Crispin.’
‘Your brother! Oh how divine!’ she crooned. ‘How very nice to meet you,’ she said, offering Crispin a hand encased in a black glove that reached up to the elbow.
Crispin declined to shake it, kiss it, hold it, look at it, and Damon suppressed a chuckled. Crispin it seemed, was a little frightened of Shelly.
‘Umm…don’t we have a thing…’ he mumbled, turning to Damon. ‘Better go and see what it was, eh? Can’t have people screaming without good cause, even if we are in a cemetery. We better be off,’ he directed at Shelly, taking another step away from her.
‘But you can’t go yet! We’ve only just met! And Damon, you haven’t even commented on my dress!’ She turned around, before looking over her shoulder at the brothers. Then, with a hand on her hipbone, she asked, ‘Do my bones look big in this? It’s my outfit for the Halloween party at the college down the road. I thought I’d have a bit of fun with them.’ She would have winked if she could, but she couldn’t. All she managed to do was dislocate one side of her jaw in the attempt.
‘You look lovely as always, Shell. The colour really suits you. I’m sure you’ll knock ’em dead.’
And with that, he waved and then continued on his way. Crispin ran on ahead.
To be continued…
Written for: 13 Days of Samhain vol ii: Day 7 – Do My Bones Look Big In This?
I’m really enjoying this story Sammi. Just caught up with it today.
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I’m so pleased you’ve been enjoying the story, Sadje 🙂
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I really liked the whole story.
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Day 7 (and Day 6 catching up):
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I am loving your story, Sammi. It keeps getting better :>)
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Thank you so much for the kind words, Dora 🙂
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I can just picture Shelly the Skelly! So fun!
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She’s definitely one of my favourite characters in the story 🙂 Thanks for reading, Dale 🙂
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So much fun. Gotta go catch up on the rest of the story!
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the story is getting better and better – here is my day 7 poem
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Thank you so much 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I came in the middle and am very intrigued by this demon who gets flustered by a sultry skeleton. Reading from the beginning and I know I won’t be disappointed!
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Thank you so much for your kind words. I hope you enjoyed what you read 🙂
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Reblogged this on Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective and commented:
I really had to share this. Please read the entire series.
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Thank you so much for sharing this, Shaily. It means a lot that you’re enjoying the story 🙂
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Shelly the Skelly brings out the best lines. Loved 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I’m so glad. Shelly the Skelly was so much fun to write! Naturally, I have more of these stories planned… 🙂
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As you know, Gothic is not a genre I read. Yet you write it so well.
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You’re too kind 🙂
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I speak truly 🙂
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