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From the Microcosmicon, 12:

When Zachary Hartman asked her to prom, she spent the morning in the bathroom crying with happiness.

She had been talking about him on the phone just some weeks before.
“Dream on, girl,” Marion had laughed.
“Well, mom says thunderstorms leave strange things behind,” she’d responded, looking wistfully at the foreboding sky outside.

The day arrived, dripping with expectations, light-headed, dazzling. Zachary picked her up. They approached the venue.

Then she noticed him from a distance, entering with Jeanne Balducci slung around his arm. And her Zachary’s fingers stretched inhumanly on her shoulder. And he dragged her toward the woods.

MQS