"A toast I say to you my dear." He says watching the snow.
"A feast for you, my heart is ripe, seductively sweet my tears." Speaks she in tones most low.
They drink the two, with modest flair, tension hanging by threads most bare.
"More food, more pain!" Shouts he, though it does no good.
"Your chance has passed!" Speaks she & dons her hood.
"Dear Friend leave me not here in a desolate place." He races to her side.
She draws up her robes and steps ‘round with a mighty stride.
Opens the door, does the damsel fair, giving curses to the frosty air.
The steps she leaves in sparkling snow, go forever down the road.
They disappear as his tears flow, closing the door to the love he’s known.
A knife he spies on the table grown cold, a notion thinks he, "May I never grow old."
He plucks the steel from the icy slab, eyes turn to God, there then he does stab.
"A nap now." Thinks he and he breathes no more, never hearing her rapping upon his door.
Chad McClendon is a 30-something-year-old author who lives in Northern Kentucky with his family. Chad has recently published a young adult novel through Solstice Publishing, and the company has named him Author of the Year. Chad has published several other short stories and flash fictions, most of them horror in nature. Chad draws his inspiration from history, and his own nightmares. Chad’s favorite scary stories center around ghosts, and he is currently marketing a Novella concerning a call center that caters to the recently deceased. A recent trip he took a trip to Salem, Massachusetts in preparation for his next novel, Natalsa of the Brim – a story of witchcraft, secrets, and shadowy love affairs. Find him on Facebook, Twitter, and his website.