A little electric contraption inside played a song every time you opened it. Da, da da Da. Da, da da Da.
He hadn't heard the song in nearly ten years, but he would have recognized it even if it hadn't been Sarah Michelle Gellar on the front of the card: wooden stake clutched in one hand, hovering over her breast – her airbrush-smoothed face unmistakably stricken.
Whatever had happened with that stake, she hadn't meant it.
Inside, one word:
In honor of the Rapture (coming tomorrow, we're told).... thought I'd share with the Yard a short story, which appeared last year in the 'zine No More Potlucks. OOPS. It should help get you sinners into the mood.