Sex and Death in Skeleton City
Welcome to Skeleton City, where death is just the beginning of a rather mundane afterlife. Geoff and Naomi, two recent arrivals, navigate their skeletal existence amidst phantom cravings, existential dread, and an endless supply of dirty dishes. Can love survive when all that's left are bones and a shared, fiery roof? Prepare for a darkly humorous journey into the surprisingly ordinary chaos of the underworld.
The fiery glow from the roof cast dancing shadows across the cramped, dirt-walled shack. Geoff, a skeletal figure of domesticity, diligently rinsed a plate at the sink, the clatter of bone-on-ceramic echoing faintly. Behind him, Naomi, equally bony, lay in their futon bed, her voice a hollow whisper.
"Do you still think I'm beautiful?"
Geoff paused, a delicate pile of clean dishes teetering precariously. He didn't turn. "You're the most beautiful girl in the underworld," he replied, the words practiced, almost automatic. He heard her shift, pulling the covers higher, her back to him. The familiar sigh threatened to escape his own hollow ribcage, but he held it in. This was an old argument, one that seemed to transcend even death.
