Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: The Addams Family
Challenge/Prompt: drabble_weekly Amnesty 10: 7: Whisper
Word Count: 200
Date Written: 31 July 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Morticia leaned out over her window’s ledge and looked out onto their estate wrapped in the shadows as it was. She could just see the cemetery peeking back at her from the far distance and could barely make out one of the lava pools. There was something whispering on tonight’s wind. She closed her eyes, leaned out further, and inhaled deeply with all her senses.
Her husband’s arms wrapped around her. Gomez’s front pressed into her body. She leaned back into him, not opening her dark eyes. “She’s whispering something tonight, Gomez.” She looked up at him finally. “What’s she saying?” She always loved listening to his interpretations.
Gomez listened intently for a moment. He heard Pugsley screaming as Wednesday tortured him, Fester squealing as he electrocuted himself, and Grandmama cackling as she rode over the moon. He smiled around his cigar. “She speaks of perfection, my ‘Tish. Everything is perfect, just the way it should be!”
Morticia sighed. “C'est ce que j'aime entendre, mon cher.”
Gomez tossed his cigar carelessly out the window and started kissing his wife. He pulled her back into their bedroom away from the night. The Werewolves weren’t the only ones howling that perfect night.