Cold

A Story by Ediblewhisper

Flash fiction. 60 words or less. The focus is to impact the reader by eliminating unnecessary words. Of course it is short but is it good?

Rain Pattering against the cold glass. Teeth chattering, “Nathanial, hold me, I’m cold.” Marissa wrapped his arms around herself. Holding tightly to his large hands. She leaned into his torso. “You’re so cold,” She sighed, “and I’m so hungry.” Marissa’s emaciated hands clutched her thin stomach. Through the shivering she kissed his icy motionless mouth. “Goodnight Nathanial.” She curled to die wrapped in his corpse