romance
Bonie

20
Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match.
For Diana Divoss, Matchmaker Extraordinaire to the paranormal community. She’s seen it all.
Then Bonie walked into her office.
Technically, Bonie is a Grim Reaper.
Professionally, she guides souls into the afterlife.
Personally, she’s spectacularly single.
Unfortunately, the lack of skin hasn’t helped her dating prospects.
Which is unfair.
Bonie has a wonderful smile. Every single tooth is present, polished, and gleaming. Her rib cage practically sparkles. Her posture is flawless. And her eye sockets? Peer into them and you’ll glimpse the endless mysteries of oblivion itself.
It’s actually quite beautiful in a cosmic sort of way.
The dating world, however, has been less than understanding.
One date screamed and dove through a restaurant window.
Another spent the evening asking if Bonie could introduce him to famous dead people.
A third claimed he wasn’t emotionally prepared to date “the physical embodiment of mortality.”
The truth is that Bonie is kind, thoughtful, funny, and surprisingly optimistic for someone whose day job revolves around death. She enjoys moonlit walks through graveyards, collecting antique hourglasses, and listening to people’s stories before their final journey.
She isn’t looking for perfection.
She just wants someone who won’t panic when she appears in a swirl of spectral mist.
Someone who can appreciate a woman with excellent bone structure.
Someone who sees beyond the skeleton and notices the charming personality underneath.
Metaphorically, of course.
There isn’t actually anything underneath.
Still, Diana refuses to give up.
Because somewhere out there is a person who will look at the most polished rib bones Earthside, stare into those lovely void-filled eye sockets, and think:
“Yep. That’s the one.”
And if Diana has anything to say about it, Bonie’s next date won’t end with screaming, fainting, or an emergency exorcism.
Probably.