The Count of Three
“I love you,” he said, who had never loved anyone.
“I love you too,” she said, who had loved far too many.
“Together then?” He asked, though he was not prepared to jump.
“Together,” she said, stepping up onto the ledge beside him.
“The count of three?” He asked.
She was ready, so with a sad smile she started off their count rather than answer. “One.”
“Two,” he replied.
“Three.” She pushed him off and watched lovingly as he plummeted toward the rushing waters below. He didn’t scream as he fell. That was disappointing. Her other boyfriends had all screamed.
“I love you too,” she said, who had loved far too many.
“Together then?” He asked, though he was not prepared to jump.
“Together,” she said, stepping up onto the ledge beside him.
“The count of three?” He asked.
She was ready, so with a sad smile she started off their count rather than answer. “One.”
“Two,” he replied.
“Three.” She pushed him off and watched lovingly as he plummeted toward the rushing waters below. He didn’t scream as he fell. That was disappointing. Her other boyfriends had all screamed.
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About the Piece |
I initially wrote this as an entry piece into a horror/romance contest. It was not selected for the zine I submitted it to. I used it later that month as an entry piece for The Next Great Horror Writer's Contest where it was accepted.
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While the piece has never been published in print, it was read aloud on the HorrorAddicts.Net podcast.
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