Pillow Talk, by Jodi MacArthur, begins innocently enough, with Henrietta, in bed, whispering sweet nothings to Charlie. Within a few sentences, I began to realize that Charlie wasn't saying anything back, so it came as no surprise that he was, in fact, dead. Don't get me wrong though, I don't believe his lack of life was meant to be a shocking twist. The story isn't that long, so there wasn't much suspense built up to torment me.
It might sound like I didn't enjoy the short, but I actually did. The monologue Henrietta delivers is believable and creepy, yet oddly loving. I'm reviewing a Chelsea Cain book on Thursday, and this story was a good warm up, a suitable opening act.
Should you want to read the story yourself, click on this link. You won't be sorry.
Also, Beat To A Pulp recently published a book of their web stories. It can be found here.
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