PARENTAL GUIDENCE RECCOMMENDED FOR DREAM SEQUENCE

Chapter 1

There was blood, ‘they say blood will have blood’, so much blood.  So much for viewing life through rose-tinted glasses; her vision was blurred and smeared with deep, swelling crimson, her tongue sluggish and furred in an acrid, irony tang, her cheeks damp with life giving, ruby tears as her soul was rent apart and her body pulled and compressed in quaking breaths of emotional exhaustion. 

She tilted her head to the side, like a curious magpie spying something with a silvery shine and knelt on the stained floor by a crumpled, pale body.  ‘Hush little baby, don’t say a word.  Mamma’s going to buy you a mocking bird…’ A blue-tit fluttered in from a nearby window, though outside the curtains, was the gaping maw of a glutinous, black hole.  It held a lilac foxglove in its beak and chirped around the mouthful.

She accepted the gift, smiling and traced its petals along the plump, blue lip of the man before her.  With wide eyed curiosity she huffed closer to his still, slack face and methodically traced every freckle and latent line where muscle once tensed.  He was hers now.  She could look her fill.  Imagine anything, reality would never encroach again. 

The blue bird flew graceful over to perch on the lens of an old-fashioned camera and morphed, in an obscuring, grey, viscous cloud, into a Raven. “Never more,” it shrilled and she laughed heartily with sugary sweetness. “Mine,” she intoned and hummed soothingly as she tousled thick, sleek hair.

She bent low and blushed, “Do you really think I’m beautiful?”  She lifted his right limp hand and smoothed it down her cheek, turning her nose into his palm and kissing the blanched, whorled fingertips.

“I love you too, Doctor,” she grinned unabashedly and trailed his puppeted appendage down her neck, over the creamy, olive skin of her slender shoulder and around the curve of a breast.  She laced her fingers through his and squeezed his frustratingly unresponsive digits closed, lifting and massaging the ample flesh.  She moaned watery and wantonly.  “Tit for tat,” she giggled playfully slapping the hand away that plummeted under the force of gravity, like the dead weight it was, as she leaned over and began to run her restless hands down his chest and between his legs.