The evening started so innocently with an invitation received in the mail.
Intriguing! Thought Alice.
Why, Alice hadn’t thought of Dead Bob since . . .
This was Dead Bob’s home.
And no labels to check for calorie and fat content. Alice likes to watch her figure.
No literally, she watches herself in the mirror.
Although, the Eye Candy did look appealing.
Oh, Dragon Breath!
That’s definitely Bob’s.
Did I scare you?
Oh Alice, you haven’t changed a bit.
Remember, Alice adores herself.
Neither have you, she whispered under her breath.
Really, not one bit since the funeral.
Not even your tux.
Faster than lightening, Bob was sitting at her side…
Awkward, Alice said, as Dead Bob put his hand on her knee.
Her hair turned out far to perfect to let Bob ruin her evening.
She’s feeling fuzzier in the brain than normal,
She’s thinking a little blonder than usual.
Alice loves gifts.
Her head is spinning from the drink.
Suddenly Bob doesn’t look so Dead.
If they just introduce his front teeth to each other.
Oh yes, Dead Bob was great fun and a pretty good dancer!
Watch the hands, Bob…
There’s talk of a wedding.
A black Wedding.
louder and harder than ever before,
With a candy bowl full of empty wrappers upon her lap.
No more candy binges for me, thought Alice.
Worst nightmare I’ve EVER had!
Alice lets out a sigh of relief,
grateful it was only a dream.
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For the full list of partiers.
We’re having a little give away.
Leave a comment and we will add your name to Alice’s candy bowl…
she won’t be using it for candy any time soon.
made by me!