Sheena The Goth Girl: A Fantasy In One Act

She wore black jeans, a black t-shirt, and black ankle boots. She
wore heavy black mascara on her eyelids, black lipstick, and black
varnish on her fingernails. Her hair was so black that sometimes, when
the light caught it, it shone purple. Her skin was pale all right,
though it was probably the contrast with all that black that made it
look so deathly pale.

She was absolutely fucking gorgeous.

She said she still lived at home. She'd painted the walls and ceiling
of her bedroom black. Her parents had raged about it at first, but, she
said, she'd got them to learn to live with it. I was mightily impressed
by that.

But it was when I asked her what she did in the evenings for fun, and
she replied, "Hang around in graveyards", that I knew we were made for
each other.