Cold Ethyl (0005)

    He opened up the door and slid out the table. Pulling off the sheet, he looked down at her.

    “I was told you ended it because you felt lonely and unloved. I’m sorry my dear.”

    The medical examiner ran his hand through the young girl’s hair, brushing it away from the bluish flesh of her face. He caressed her face briefly and lightly passed his fingers across her lips.

    “What a waste. You are such as precious jewel, my cold Ethyl.”

    He brought his face to hers to look deep into her eyes before he touched his lips to the girl’s.

Note: The title and inspiration for this story is Alice Cooper’s Cold Ethyl.  I am a big Alice Cooper fan.