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Skeletons Without Halos 19

Updated on March 1, 2016
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Nightcat is a freelance writer who enjoys crafting short stories for her readers in the fantasy, mystery and horror genres.

Some Skeletons Don't Want Halos

I don't think Chester really wants one.
I don't think Chester really wants one.

Welcome To The Land Of The Dead

Welcome back! In our last adventure it seemed that their honeymoon night would be their last in the land of the dead. But our fortunate pair survived and are ready to settle into domestic bliss. What surprises await them? You’ll have to read on to find out.

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Your Music For Tonight's Tale Of Mayhem And Mystery

Cutting A Rug

Chester spun me away from him, then twirled me back in a move that left me breathless, and as I tilted my head back to grin up at him, he dipped me into a kiss. I gasped in delight as he brought me up quickly and we were again dancing to the music in the fastest foxtrot I’ve ever been in. “Where did you learn to dance like this?” I asked and he chuckled.

“Back when we were both alive. You don’t know how many times I wanted to take you places, Nicky. To dance with you like this, just the two of us.” I felt my heart melt. To any casual passerby we would have been a beautiful dame even if I do say so myself, and her handsome skeleton partner that dressed like a mobster.

That we were dancing with guns and other weapons strapped to us would have made said passerby speed up. As well they should have. With the thrill of Vicky’s attack having died down and her remains being held in the city to await burial on our return, we were getting back to our honeymoon.

And Chester, suave boss of bosses he was, was finally getting to pull out all the stops and show me the kind of man he was. We glided to a stop as the record shut off and Chester led me to the sofa. “There’s some smoked salmon left, and some other things.” He offered. “How about I make us some coffee and we dig in?”

“Sounds good.” I agreed, and watched him work. That sounds lazy, but Chessie had been an utter gentleman with me when we were alive, and I’d been the one getting scolded for trying to get past first base. Now I had definite plans in mind as I watched him work, but tried to look more innocent than Doris Day as he brought our coffee and prepared tray over. “Young lady!” He scolded mildly and I felt myself blush.

Angels With Dirty Faces

Handsome Devil, Isn't He?

Rowr.
Rowr.

Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Skeleton?

“You’re blushing, you should be. Or should you?” He asked.

“Um...” I trailed off. That was a good one. I referred to myself as undead. I was the only flesh and blood resident, excluding exotic imports, in the land of the dead. I didn’t have to breathe, but I did. My heart shouldn’t have beat, but lately it had been getting ideas. “I guess?” I said with a shrug.

“Mm. But of course now that we’re married I suppose I shouldn’t scold you.” He teased.

“Chessie!” I said and he grinned wolfishly at me. “Now, you just stop that. Chessie!” I squeaked as he leaned over me, pinning me to the sofa.

“Rowr.” He purred. I grinned sheepishly in reply and he dipped his skull to kiss me. I felt myself melt into the kiss, and things were just starting to get interesting when there was a knock at the front door.

“Criminy, now what?” Chester grumbled. We looked at one another. Our fellow bosses didn’t send the type of goons who knocked, unless they were knocking with tommy guns, and Clarence knew not to knock on our door unless the world was ending, and not even then. We were not to be disturbed.

I got up, approaching the door at an angle and looked out into the pool of light that lit up the front porch. Nothing. I was about to turn away when I heard a pathetic meow from the other side of the door. Being a boss will make anyone paranoid, but even I doubted we had an enemy who would strap a bomb to a cat.

Still, I waited for Chester to sidle over to the window and look out. “Well, I’ll be.” He said, and at the amusement in his voice I opened the door to find a basket lined with a soft blanket and holding the land of the dead’s most adorable kitten. He had to be special as he looked lively enough and as I scooped him up he was warm and purring. “Gosh, Chessie.” I said, bringing kitten and basket in. “Isn’‘t he the cutest little thing?”

“He should be. I wanted you to have him.” Chessie said and I looked at him. “Now you have two little Chessies.” He grinned. And I liked the idea just fine.

Dark City: The Lost World of Film Noir

The End Of Chessie?

Say it Isn't so, Nicky!
Say it Isn't so, Nicky!

A Horrible Twist

That night as the kitten slept nestled in his basket, I lay contentedly in Chessie’s sheltering embrace. You’d think a skeleton would be an uncomfortable bedmate, but when you’re in love with him and you can settle yourself in, it’s honestly heavenly. We fell asleep like that, and in the morning I awoke still entwined in his embrace. “Morning.” I said sleepily, and kissed him.

No response. I didn’t have the heart to wake him, but as I arose, his arms fell limply from me and I felt my heart that no longer beat, stop. “No.” I said softly. “Chessie.” I said, shaking him slightly. “Chessie?” I said. Still no response. I got up and dressed, not knowing what to do.

With a living man he’d have been breathing or something. But, being a skeleton, Chessie was just still. But it seemed too still and as I flicked on the lights I could see the unlife had drained from his body.

Skeletons Without Halos

At this point, I don't want to see them earn them, do you?
At this point, I don't want to see them earn them, do you?

The Dreamer Awakes

I woke up with a scream and Chessie, who’d been leaning over me to wake me up, leapt back in surprise. “Nicky, don’t do that!” He said, clutching his bare ribcage. “I just wanted to know if you wanted some breakfast.” He explained as he went for a robe. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Honest. You OK?”

“Yeah, Yeah. I just had a nightmare.”

“About what?” He came and sat beside me.

“About last night. Only in the dream-” I blushed. I knew very well what the dream was about. I felt guilty.

Always His Girl

Fun fact: Nicky hasn't taken off her necklace since Chessie gave it to her.
Fun fact: Nicky hasn't taken off her necklace since Chessie gave it to her.

To Breakfast

Chessie laughed softly then got my robe for me. “I wasn’t the innocent little lamb last night, dearheart.”

“Chessie!”

“What? I wanted you to be special, to be with you for the right reasons. You know once I met you you were my only girl.” He led the way out and started in on breakfast while I watched.

“There’s not one that got away?”

“Oh, there was, there was.”

“Oh.”

“But I married her.” He turned and I swore he winked at me. Chessie was still courting me and being playful, which I loved about him. From what I’d heard some guys turned into Mr. Hyde the monet they had that ring on your finger. But despite the era we came from Chessie had never treated me like that.

Sure, I was his girl, and he rode to my rescue more often than a detective should need to be rescued, but by and large we were equal. The heart I'd never taken off since the day he'd given it to me reminded me of that. “Fine time to ask, but you are OK about me and Vicky, right?” I asked and he turned around to shoot me another amused look.

“Get the bacon out, will you? And eggs?” I complied and he looked at me. “Sure, why not?”

“Um, no reason.”

“Nicky! You naughty little girl.” He scolded and I had to good sense to blush.

A Skeleton Angered

Well, she thought about being loyal. Let's all blame Vicky, because that's what I'm doing.
Well, she thought about being loyal. Let's all blame Vicky, because that's what I'm doing.

Confession Is Good For The Soul

Chester gave me a reproving look as he set our breakfast out. “How far?” He asked tartly.

“You first.” I said.

“Point taken. Do I mind? I’m not thrilled beyond words, but you thought you’d never see me again at the time. Or was this after we met again?”

“Um, uh-”

“Nicky! It was when you went to hide out on the island, wasm’t it?” I giggled and he sighed. “Well, so long as you know you’re my girl now.” He shook his head in amusement. “And here I was, all worried about last night for your sake.”

“Aw, Chesie.” I said and he looked away while I tried to hide my smile. He was cute when he was angry.

Still Her Man

Nicky might be wayward, but Chessie knows he holds her heart.
Nicky might be wayward, but Chessie knows he holds her heart.

Making Up

Chessie forgave me quickly enough and we were soon waltzing to Gershwin. I smiled at Chester as we danced. “Chester?”

“Yeah, Nicky?”

“You do know I love you, right? And you’re not sore at me, right?” I asked and he nodded.

“I know. And I know I never acted serious, so I not going to hold any grudges. Just tell me I’m still man enough for you and that’s all I need to hear.”

“You are.”

“Good. Hey, how about we take the car into town tonight and get some dinner? Maybe go to a small place where we can dance in public together at last?” I almost squealed at his suggestion. We’d been star crossed lovers in life. I’d been the good girl detective and he’d bee the mobster, and for some reason sparks had flew when we’d first seen one another. And neither of us could explain why.

Partners At Last

We always sort of knew they were meant for one another, didn't we?
We always sort of knew they were meant for one another, didn't we?

Dancing With Her Partner

As Chessie and I danced in the small club we found that night I fell in love with him all over again. I was no angel, but then, neither was he. Neither one of us was a candidate for a halo either, but that was a good thing. It made us better dance partners and as we glided across the floor an audience gathered in a circle around us.

I realized as we captivated the crowd, moving and spinning, and swaying faster as we went on that I’d found my perfect partner. I’d never wanted a good man to complete me, though Chessie was the best of men. I’d needed a criminal in my life to balance me, and give me the freedom to live.

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Well! OK, now I know we didn’t have guns and explosions, but they needed some witty banter and a breather. Of course, you never know when lead showers may return to the forecast should they return in the future.

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