Disclaimer: I don't own Edward Scissorhands. Wish I did though...
Author's Noter: A short oneshot I wrote during class. This takes place on Valentine's Day the most depressing holiday of the year. Anyway I hope you like it
Edward
The name was spoken with hushed voices, with eyes flitting around the street. The ladies looked over their shoulders as they spoke it, afraid their husbands would hear.
Edward Scisorhands
The name was said with glances towards one of the houses. The house bore memory to what had been, to who had been. To the man that had changed their lives for a brief moment in time.
Edward and Kim
Eyes peeked into windows, searching for the girl that had taught him to love. The house bore traces of him still after the years, a small picture of him and Kim.
Dead
Never to be together. Died for love. The women barely remembered, but once a year the memory came floating back to them on wings of silver. The memory of a boy, and a girl, and a love that would never be.
Edward