A Date with Medusa

     She ran the razor over her scalp, feeling lighter and lighter as snakes plopped to the floor.  They'd grow back.  She'd done this before.  She pulled on a stocking cap and a pair of dark sunglasses and went out for coffee. 

     She flirted with the boy who made her cappuccino, and when his shift was over they went back to her place.  She kissed him all over, loving the way his flesh felt next to hers. 

     "I want to see your eyes."  He reached for her glasses. 

     She grabbed his fingers and shook her head. 

     "Please."  He smiled and touched her cheek.  "I'm sure they're beautiful." 

     She never could resist a compliment.  She took off her glasses and felt his hand grow cold and hard against her skin. 

     She put him in the basement with the others.