March 8, 2009

Flattering Photos

No woman had ever taken so many photos of him before. It was flattering, making him feel lightheaded.

He sipped the bitter coffee she'd given him, and asked her why.

She said, "So I can remember you after you're dead."

Posted by James at March 8, 2009 10:53 AM
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What a beautiful story!

Posted by: Julie at March 8, 2009 1:05 PM

I now want more. What's next?

Is it sad because he's dying, or is it frightening because she's a psychokiller?

Posted by: Patti M. at March 8, 2009 4:28 PM

If it was a first date, I'd totally assume I wouldn't be having a second date. (Or probably a first with anyone else)

Posted by: Gary LaPointe at March 8, 2009 5:16 PM

Who's to say she's a psycho? Maybe he deserves it.

Posted by: Bull at March 8, 2009 9:45 PM

The psychokiller angle seems more interesting, but if it's a revenge killing because he truly deserves to die, that would be intersting, too.

James, please write more. Kthanksbye.

Posted by: Patti M. at March 9, 2009 8:24 AM

I've written a sequel:

Faces, smiling and quizzical, stared back at her in the old photos from beneath her small, wrinkled hands.

The memories calmed her; memories as gentle as those hands.

She closed the photo album and returned it to its box underneath the bed.

Posted by: James at March 9, 2009 9:15 AM

OOOOooooh...end of life mercy killing maybe?

But that would imply they were long known to each other, and I don't get that from Part I.

Posted by: Bull at March 9, 2009 10:39 AM

Bull - it could also mean that she is a serial killer and does this often. She takes comfort in the faces of her past victims...

Posted by: briwei at March 9, 2009 11:50 AM

Oh, Brian, I love it. Nice 'n' creepy!

Posted by: Patti M. at March 9, 2009 11:54 AM

Not sure what it says that serial killer came to mind before mercy killer.

Posted by: briwei at March 9, 2009 12:27 PM

Yes, that too.

This reminds me of a short story I read in (middle?) school about an elderly lady who ran a boarding house and did a similar thing to young male guests who checked in. In the story she poisened their tea (not coffee) with cyanide that supposedly tastes like bitter almonds.

Posted by: Bull at March 9, 2009 1:13 PM

You're thinking of "Arsenic and Old Lace," a great movie (maybe you read the play?).

Posted by: Patti M. at March 9, 2009 1:30 PM

Neither saw the movie nor read the play. It was definitely a short story in a scholastic-type reader; probably adapted.

Posted by: Bull at March 9, 2009 4:35 PM

They were old men with pensions in "Arsenic and Old Lace." That's what came to mind for me as well, but it sounds like a similar idea but a different story.

Posted by: James at March 9, 2009 4:44 PM

funny, I'm usually the morbid one, but this time I just thought of it as simply existential. A simple observation that everyone dies and likes to be remembered. So I found it to be a touching gesture. It also becomes a self contained short story that way.

But, hey, the serial killer thing is cool, too.

Posted by: Rui at March 13, 2009 11:43 PM

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