by M.A. De Neve
We were always best friends.
Homecoming king and queen.
You captain of the football team and
me, the head
Romeo and Juliet, in the school play.
Remember Becky Austin. You took her
to the prom. Too bad
what happened to her. She disappeared walking home from school a few weeks
later. Her body was never found.
After high school you went to New
York. You were going to
be a star. And you made it.
You never came back, not even for
The others asked about you. I’d
show them the pictures. You
and me on the set of this or that movie. You and me at a famous restaurant. You
and me shopping. The paparazzi caught a few shots of us. I was always “an
unidentified female friend.”
Was someone killing your fans? There
was that tourist in
Hollywood, the one who tried to break into your home. Her body was found in an
abandoned car at some park.
And then there was the girl who claimed
she was your
fiancé. The paparazzi had pictures of her pressed close to you. You said you
were just good friends.
There were a few other girls. They
got too close to you and
ended up dead. There were even some headlines about some crazy jealous fan
stalking girls like me who got too close to you.
Don’t worry about me, I told
you. I’ll be okay.
we’d get together.
Maybe it was just for laughs and to share some memories. You called me your
special best friend.
Of course, with you there are lots
of other girls, lots of
best friends. You were the biggest star of them all. The women all loved you.
Some of them came to such tragic ends.
Then came your arrest. The papers
said you’d murdered a
girl. It was the one who broke into your home, and then there was that girl the
paparazzi said you lived with for a while and that actress with the big boobs
from that spy movie.
She was found with her throat slit.
Seems you’re some kind of a
The evidence piled up, so neatly that
some journalist suggested
it might have been planted.
Some people continued to believe in
you. But your fall was
fast and hard.
I suppose many of your fans grieved.
But lots of people
were glad when you got lethal injection. Even some of the kids from school, the
ones like me who used to love you so much, hated you when news of your crimes
hit the papers.
You always proclaimed your innocence.
You said you were
Before you died, you asked for me.
“You aren’t going, are
you?” Some friends asked.
I didn’t answer the question.
The local newspaper wrote
about how I’d been your best friend back in high school. You wanted me there at
How could I go through that? How could
I watch them kill
I declined. I read about your execution.
I cried when the
hour came, and I knew you were dying.
How I miss you, darling. I know we
were just friends. We’d always
been just friends. I couldn’t let those other women have you.
You were so beautiful. You were meant
to be mine.
And now no one will have you.
M.A. DeNeve is a retired college instructor, and crazy cat
lady. Her short stories appeared in Over My Dead Body, Yellow Mama, Everyday
Fiction, Cafe Lit, Freedom Fiction and Mysterical -E. Her
novels and chapbooks are available on Amazon.
KJ Hannah Greenberg has
been playing with words and images for an awfully long time. Check out her
poetry and art book, One-Handed Pianist (Hekate Publishing, 2021).