True Love Never Dies (continued)
	She flung the door open and gasped at the sight of him.  He was wearing the tux he had worn on their wedding night, the tux he was buried in.  Only now, one of his arms was missing.  It had been torn off when the truck had hit him.  He had no hair and she could see the scar running around the crest of his head where the coroner had removed his brain.  His left eyeball was gone and in its place were writhing worms that fell from the socket onto the ground with every step he took. Janice could smell rotting flesh and from the looks of him, decay had set in harshly over the past seven months.  Had it really been that long?  His lips were dry and thin and he was missing patches of skin on his face and one arm.  So he didn’t look as handsome as he had before…what did looks matter?  They had true love. Janice walked slowly to him, arms outstretched.  Zed didn’t say a word as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed his papery lips.  Zed coughed up a worm and groaned. “You poor sweet thing,” Janice said, “You’ve been through hell.  Come inside and I’ll make you a nice hot cup of tea with lemon and honey.  Your favorite.” She led him into the house and closed the door.  She pointed him in the direction of the living room and watched him shuffle across the floor, dropping bits of dirt, worms, and flesh on his way.  Janice walked into the kitchen, filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove. “Yes,” she said to herself, “It sure is good to have him home.”
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