When Beauty Meets Morbid
by Debra Elliott
Joe hovered over Michelle, doting on her like a lost puppy.
He'd fantasized about this very moment
when he'd have her all to himself. Now she was there and his alone. In high
school Joe had always worshiped Michelle Collins, but she was a cheerleader and
he was a science geek.
The two didn't socialize, not in high school anyway. Not
anywhere really, except here in the morgue. She lay on the metal table, her
perfect and pristine form unaware the science geek she made fun of all those
years ago was about to tear her beautiful body apart. The corner of his pencil
thin lips curled into a smirk. Finally, after twenty years he had her right
where he wanted her. Joe gathered the necessary instruments to perform his duty,
after all he was the town's only mortician.
He washed her in the sterile solution before proceeding. The
morgue reeked of death, but Joe savored the smell. It was "her' smell.
Next came the daunting task of organ removal. His mind was clouded. Joe needed
fresh air. He needed a cigarette Joe grabbed a fresh, starched white sheet and
placed it over his high school crushes body before exiting the morgue. Once
outside he lit up the strong menthol cigarette and took a few puffs. He snubbed
the rest on the brick wall and went back inside to finish Michelle Collins.
She was still lying on the table. Of course she would be, he
thought. She's dead as a doornail. He shook his head. "Michelle, Michelle,
Michelle... why did it have to come to this?" He half expected her to
answer.
If only she had agreed to dinner, she wouldn't be lying on
the slab of cold steel. And he wouldn't have had to kill her. Why did it have
to come to that? Beads of perspiration formed on Joe's brow. He probed her
insides until he had removed all of her vital organs. He threw them in the
metal bucket at the foot of the table, except for her heart. Joe had a special
place for it prepared.
He held up her cold, dead heart. His face grew dark and a
morbid laugh escaped his mouth. "I told you one day Michelle you would be
mine."
Joe took her heart and placed it in a formaldehyde filled
glass jar, sewed her up and went home with her pickled heart in a jar. It was
like carrying moonbeams around....
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