Valentine's Day

         Kelley’s my valentine.  I’ve loved her ever since I saw her, standing in line at the grocery store.  She looked like an angel.  She ignored me then, hidden in a cashier’s uniform, but she won’t ignore me anymore.  I know it.  After all, it’s Valentine’s Day.  And she’s in my basement, chained to the wall.  She’s covered in red paper valentines.

         They’re stuck to her with her own blood.