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Genre: Biting Satire
Word Count: 99
QUAFF A CUP TO THE DEAD
“Those eyes,” she whispered. “They set my eighteen-year-old heart aflame.”
My grandmother, an actress and fashion model in the 1930’s, fascinated me. She turned 87 on New Year’s Day 2000. Even in her illness, she insisted her silver hair be perfectly coifed.
“He’s coming for me today. I must be ready to greet him.”
I kissed her rouged parchment-thin cheek. “Nana, he passed away in 1956.”
“Lies! Dracula never died.”
On the television screen, in black and white, Bela Lugosi bent over the ill-fated Mina. A wheezing sigh escaped Nana’s crimson lips as they spread into a peaceful smile.
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