A Monograph Of Parchment

A short horror story

A thin slip of fragility reduced to be stained with black blots telling you the innermost secrets of my soul. As the sharp point hits the surface and I stroke it gently, a small rip ruins the essence of my words.

No, no it’s fine. I will start over once more.

I fetched a new batch of squid goo coupled with other sylphlike sections of you. I use the fountain pen to attenuate my letters. We make a good fit, you and I.

Gently I commit my adoration of you to the page.

Yes, there it is! I hold the ruddy segment to the light and gaze in amusement at the grandeur of my handwriting.

I stare into your lifeless eyes as you lie on my table adjacent to the tanning rack which holds most of your pinkish bits. My love, this will be a masterpiece all because of you!

(A messy sign hung in the window — “Bookbinding and publishing services. We accept special requests!”)