April’s story is “Why Is This Night Different?“
All their eyes are on me. “You did invite me in,” I say. It’s an important point, one I don’t
“We did, Mom,” the older boy says. “That bit about all those who are hungry entering and all.”
“We didn’t mean it,” the girl insists.
“Shawna!” The mother turns to me, brushing her dark hair from her face. “Sir, are you hungry?”
“Yes,” I answer, looking at her smooth white neck.
“Well then,” she clears her throat, glances at her husband, “We’d be honored if you’d join us.
I keep coming back to unicorns and shapeshifters in my fiction, even though each time I write about one, I tell myself it’s the last time. But I suspect this really is the only vampire story I’ll ever write.
Thanks, by the way, for all the great thoughts about Hallgerd Thief Eyes. I do plan to get back there to respond, but–as you can maybe tell from this month’s story–I’m currently knee-deep in Passover cleaning. 🙂