Short story
How to Marry a Serial Killer
Online dating turned into a real-life meeting, and I asked my Boyfriend what position he liked.
He said he liked standing, and I shyly agreed.
That night, my Boyfriend died. He was sliced into half a skeleton, his flesh mangled, and died at home in a standing position.
The police traced it back to me, and I said,
Ah, didn’t he just like standing?
