First-Class Stories, Part III
Soma

Part two is here.

His eyes were gaping holes, a chasm of brown and black that she sunk silently into at every opportunity. They were an endless abyss, which caressingly enveloped her, pulling her down into a swirling world of nothingness and tender isolation. Usually all humans, including females, require oxygen to continue living. When deep inside his eyes, however, she never took a breath.

Not a single one!

He certainly did not feel the same way. Certainly not. Her eyes were blue. And her pupils were small. It would probably end up being a meadow filled with blue jays or something - something much more dainty and less sinister than an abyss. But we're not even sure if he got that far.

What we are aware of, however, is the fact that he got hit by a giant ol' truck a couple weeks after they first met. It was on a Tuesday. She remembered that point poignantly; she always got her nails done on Wednesday, and she realized a blood-red might look becoming on her fragile hands. But she also remembered because she was crushed, as one would expect an unrequited lover to be. Which, of course, she undoubtedly was!

But not nearly as crushed as he!

For the next few weeks she was overcome with grief and sadness and disappointment. Namely because her foremost love interest was dead, but also because of the mourning she was putting herself through. It was pretty easy to match black with black, but the color does horrors to your body when you wear it out in the sizzling summer sun. You see, gentle reader, black absorbs heat better than any other color, thus making her incredibly hot all of the time. Temperaturewise is all I'm inclined to comment on.

But I guess I can throw you a wink or two!

After a few weeks, though, our gentle heroine, due to her lack of true relationship/coital attachment to our gentle hero, got over all of this death and such and started playing the field again. 'Playing the field' is a euphemism for looking for casual sexual intercourse.

You learn something new every day!

Finding this field-play was all the much easier now due to the expected weight loss incurred after the loss of a loved one, mainly because of a loss of appetite. Finally she could fit into that sexy old dress she had cast aside so long ago! Finally she could strut her stuff the way she always wanted to! Boys were lining up left and right, attempting to casually spark up conversation in order to entice her into bed with them! Boys on the left? Lining up casually! Boys on the right?

They were attempting to entice her into bed with them, too!

Let us not forget our formerly living hero, however, with the eyes of dark sinkholes! His formerly-flesh-covered corpse was in a sinkhole of its own, well on its way to the layer of limestone that lay a good distance below his original six-feet-under burial spot. Well, it technically wasn't just his body, though. His coffin was coming with him to this layer of limestone. It's pretty tough for dead personages to open the lids of their homes for eternity under hundreds of pounds of dirt.

Or any numbers of pounds of dirt, for that matter.

So, long story short, girl likes boy, boy get hits by truck, girl gets numerous boys, boy in coffin sinks to layer of limestone somewhere under the surface of the earth. The things that occur in this troposphere of ours amaze me to no end!