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Flash Fiction Friday: Last Night On The Titanic

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Image and dialogue from “Titanic” courtesy of Paramount Pictures and 20th Century Fox

The young man stood at the bow of the ship, the evening breeze tossing his hair as the sky faded from muted pink to deep plum.

“Hello, Jack.” Rose approached in a cautious manner, a smile on her lips. “I changed my mind.”

Jack’s eyes glinted against the dipping sun. “Give me your hand.”

She did as she was told, cheeks flushed.

He led her to the thin railing that lined the ship. His grin curved like the blade of a knife. “Now close your eyes.”

Again, Rose complied, a nervous giggle spilling into the sea.

“Go on,” he coaxed. “Step up. Now hold onto the railing. Keep your eyes closed. Don’t peek.”

“I’m not.” She was breathless. Radiant.

Beautiful.

He could almost taste her. “Step up onto the rail.” His heart thundered like the crashing of the waves. “Hold on. Keep your eyes closed.” He stepped behind her, their bodies pressed tight. “Trust me?” he whispered in her ear.

She trembled, delight evident on her face. “I trust you.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist. “All right. Open your eyes.”

Rose gasped. “I’m flying…Jack.” She held her arms out to the side, her gaze turned toward the darkening sky.

Jack lowered his lips to the skin along her neck, a gentle song barely containing his desire. Come Josephine in my flying machine…

He breathed her in, lifted his chin. His teeth elongated.

Rose basked in her last sunset as Jack sank his fangs into her flesh, feasting on her blood.

 

Story retold by ©Laura L. Zimmerman

Original dialogue by ©Paramount Pictures & ©20th Century Fox

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