Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Anything for the Touch of Her

"Dear child," she murmured, resting a gloved hand on his cheek. "Everything is a poison, and every poison is a medicine. It's all in the dosage. Enough water can poison you. Not from drowning, no; it kills you by doing what it does, so much of it that it breaks the cell walls and dilutes the salts you need to live. And even polonium, so deadly that a few molecules can kill, has its uses."

She leaned in and brushed her lips lightly against his, gripping his shoulders hard as he stiffened and began to spasm. "Too much?" she whispered.


Loren Eaton said...

Darn, Nathaniel, but you've been on a roll the past few days. These are great. Keep 'em coming.

Scattercat said...

Glad you're liking them. ;-)

The sad part is, I only sometimes feel like I'm on a roll (and only about half the time do the ones that I think are awesome get enthusiastic responses from others.) I did like this one, though. Read up on Beatrice Rappacini based on a comic at Wonderella, and decided that my obsession with poison could incorporate some of that.