Qt Topic Pickin'

As promised, today is my turn to pick the topic for the QT Blog Chain. I've chosen to put all of you writers to the test and am throwing down the challenge to...WRITE! I want a short story. (Mine is 250 words. Feel free to write one hundred, three hundred, five hundred...whatever! words)

Yesterday's poem was a hint because it had a heart involved and that's the only stipulation I have. Somehow, someway, heart(s) must be involved. And to show that I am throwing myself under the wheels with all of you and not waiting until the very end - here's my story. I call it: The Picnic


The day she first learned that he couldn’t die was on a Tuesday.

“So wh-what are you?” she’d asked, all doe-eyed innocence - with blue eyes and soft brown curls. He was tall and indestructible. Someone you’d want to cling to in the middle of a storm. “A vampire, or something?”
“No. I’m not that.”
She waited. He took a long time to answer. “I just…am.”
Casual, indifferent. She’d known right away he wasn’t like other boys. She just didn’t know he was like this.

The day he first started tearing his heart out for her was on a Wednesday.

“Stop!” she cried. She begged and pleaded with him. “Why are you doing this to me?”
He didn’t answer, but did it again the following Wednesday. And then yet again…one more time.
She thought she was going to lose her breakfast. Almost threw it up all over the pretty red and white checked tablecloth they were sitting on underneath the sweeping branches of a gnarled old tree.
“I’ll do it for as long as you need me to,” he replied.
She sighed. Then dried her tears. The once pulsing heart had stopped its slow quivers and now lay glistening and burgundy in her palm. She was so hungry after all. It was why her stomach had been upset.
“I do wish you’d let me try another kind.” A slow, impish sort-of smile crossed her pale features. “It’s like having the same steak dinner every time.”

And she began to eat.