Amber’s Valentine’s Day gift came in a coffin. Somehow, the postman was fine dropping it on her doorstep without requiring so much as a signature. Baffled but curious, she lugged the wooden box in and read the little sender’s card attached.
“Giving you all I can, your secret admirer,” it read. Hearts and roses littered the fringes.
She tossed it aside and, hands trembling, lifted open the coffin’s lid.
Inside rested nothing but another card. Amber sighed, both relieved and disappointed. She bent, picking up the second card. On it were scrawled two words that chilled her heart: Your Future.
Author’s Note: I was going for a horror story that didn’t involve the supernatural. No vampires, just a creepy admirer and the promise of death.
Why choose a Valentine’s drabble for New Year’s Day?
We love stories that do the unexpected so why not mix up holidays? 😉
I rather like this one in a morbid sort of way.