This is one of what I consider my top five favorites. It was first published here in 2012. Enjoy.
Morning at the Vineyard
A twisted tale by Juliette Kings
Andrew didn’t remember much when the door opened with blinding light waking him from his sleep, much less the voice that said “You aren’t dead.”
“Of course I’m not dead.” Andrew lifted himself up on his elbow and looked around at the bedroom.
“You were so cold. We couldn’t hear your heart.” A slim woman with long slightly graying hair stood near the bed.
“That’s what all the girls say.” No response. “That was a joke.”
“Oh. Ha ha ha. Good one.” Uncomfortable laughing.
There was the taste of blood in his mouth, but not his own. It must have been a Hell of a night. He looked at the woman again. She was pretty but not young, standing there in…
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