The Date

He couldn’t wait for her to get here.
It was his first prom. The perfect tux. The perfect corsage. And he had the perfect date. It was perfect because it was her.
This wasn’t just some crush. He loved her. Some people would think it strange. It’s true she wasn’t normal. But that’s what he loved most about her.
He looked in the mirror, checking everything again. Hair. Tie. Collar. She would be here soon.
He reached over and flipped out the light.
“Bloody Mary.” It was time for her to come.
“Bloody Mary.” She was almost here.
“Bloody Mary.”