MEKO: The Mortals Are Thirsty For Love and Seduction
Surrealist short story
Red streaks down my porcelain face, and my purple-blue lips glow like blackberries under moonshine. They wonder if I am dead as I shine my sky blue eyes toward them.
They turn away.
They think I am alien, and they try to decide whether or not to turn me in to the Police or the F.B.I.