Response to the 10 Ficlet challenge. Silk Spectre/The Comedian
Everytime We Touch-Cascada
"C'mon baby, I know what you need."
Her ribs crunched under her as he punched the air out of her stomach.
"No spelled Y-E-S."
Their bodies glistened with sweat in the pale moonlight of his apartment.
"Hi Sal, long time no see."
She dragged their daughter away from him, hoping that he wouldn't infect her daughter with the same broken hope that she had.
Sally Juspecyk woke that morning; a bad feeling left in the pit of her stomach from the nostalgic dreams. She got up and walked to her doorstep to retrieve the morning mail. The front page headline read, "THE COMEDIAN IS DEAD."