Driving Mr. Dead
“Dead @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } 10 I woke up with a vampire snuggled around my waist.
That was a new entry in the “Bizarre Miranda Experiences” annals.
I squinted up at the still-sealed cellar door and saw that the scant light around the edge had gone pink. The sun would be setting soon.
I scooted off the bed, no small feat with Collin’s arms wrapped around my middle. It was a “coyote ugly” situation, except that my partner was quite attractive but technically dead. After tugging and pulling for nearly ten minutes, I finally managed to pry myself loose and rolled off the feedsacks and onto my face. I slid into my creased, soiled jeans and shirt, wincing as I made my way up the cellar stairs.
Clearly, the next time I had sex with a vampire, I was going to need to stretch first.
Outside, I heard a truck engine gunning. I removed the ax handle and lifted the cellar door just a fraction. Peeking out, I saw the farmer’s truck ambling down the gravel driveway.
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