Macabre Mary

Things were starting to get a little hot and heavy. Percy and Mary were wildly attracted to one another, but this was hardly the place or time to be intensifying a relationship.

They were visiting Mary’s mother’s grave today.

This wasn’t altogether unusual, since Mary’s mother had passed away shortly after her birth, and she visited regularly—including with Percy.

For Mary and Percy, the graveyard wasn’t a place of macabre morbidity, but more one of mystery… and even romance.

In the throes of passionate rebellion, these young lovers consecrated their love in a strange act of defiance and desire. They even used Mary’s mother’s gravestone as a pillow! Under the gaze of the full moon, the boundaries between life and death seemed to blur.

Or so the story goes.

The story seems to have begun from a letter written by Percy himself a few years later.

Was he bragging about a conquest that never happened? Was he trying to amplify his wife’s literary legend, providing a veneer of mystery to youn…