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The Return of Amy

by on December 5, 2013

This story was written for Trifecta’s weekly prompt; it’s also another entry in Constance’s Story. For those new to the action, Constance is a treasure hunter turned guardian angel who unfortunately lost her charge, the newly married Amy, to a tragic bus accident. Constance decided to get her back. This was not exactly a good idea…

It was raining in the city: a cold, hard, January rain that was absolutely miserable to be out in. Steven was out in it regardless. Every day, after he got off work, he went by the cemetery and had a quiet chat with his fiancé. Sometimes he imagined that she talked back.

He stood under his umbrella and told her about the dull happenings of his job. That day the most exciting thing had been that the copy machine had been moved from its position by the elevator to a corner by the vending machine. The office had already split into warring camps over whether the move was a good thing or not. He almost laughed when he told her about it. It was the first time he had come close to laughing since the accident.

“Well…” he said. “I’ll have to get back soon. The cat needs feeding. You’d like her, I think. Wouldn’t you?”

He hadn’t really expected an answer. What he absolutely didn’t expect was Amy’s fist smashing through the muddy ground. Then the rest of her came out, covered in mud and slime, eyes wild, howling like a banshee.

Now, some men, when faced with their screaming zombified girlfriends, would have unceremoniously double-tapped her head with their crossbows and walked grimly away. Steven, being a man of somewhat less fortitude, screamed and ran for the cemetery’s exit. Amy came shrieking behind him, very fast. Steven was nearly to his car, parked just outside the cemetery. He still had a chance! He could make it out alive! He-

Then Constance popped abruptly in front of him. “Hi! Good news! I’ve resurrected your girlfriend! Isn’t that great?”

Steven couldn’t stop in time. He skidded on the mud and crashed smack into her, knocking her flat on her angelic tush. “Hey!” Constance said in protest. Then, for the first time, she saw Amy lurching towards them, howling in all her zombified fury. The angel’s mouth fell open. “Oh….crap.”

  1. Awesome! But is there really such a thing as an angelic tush 😉 ?!!

    • I’ll tell you one thing; Angelic Tush would be an interesting band name, no? 😀

  2. Draug419 permalink

    hahaha Now did she really think that would turn out well?

  3. Holy cow did this ever end up in a surprising place!! I love how you started with the cat and ended. . .well, where you ended. Great job. Thanks for linking up.

  4. Um. crap is right! Constance reminds me of someone who starts a recipe without reading through the directions first… and the result is oh-so-unexpected 🙂

  5. Momo permalink

    Not exactly a good idea indeed. 🙂

  6. Ha!ha!What a guardian angel-can she ever do anything right?Great continuation-looking forward to the next:-)

  7. Oops.
    Constance just can’t win for losing, can she. lol

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