and other morbid tales
featuring the novella ~ Basement Beauty
‘You’re too beautiful to be killed, Tay,’ Lynsey assured her, brushing a manicured hand through freshly lightened hair.
‘What the fuck do you mean?’ Amalthea shook her head, jostling afro curls and revealing a petulant frown that drew her plump cheeks inwards.
‘Aint you heard? All the victims were ugly. Aint gonna happen to you, kiddo.’
Amalthea gazed at the empty pint glass in her hands. ‘Ugly?’
‘Yeah, not grotesque freaks or anything, just plain ugly: big noses, crooked teeth, greasy hair, you know. When I went to the dentist this morning they told me everyone and their f’in dog’s booked in for cosmetic work.’
‘Isn’t that odd?’ Amalthea rotated the glass this way and that between caramel fingers.
Lynsey shrugged. ‘Dunno.’
‘I think it’s odd.’
‘Whatever, girl. Just stop stressing, okay. You’re too beautiful to die.’