What do you think of my very short story? And what should I name it? June Andire was ever so happy: Andrew, her newest acquired fiancee, was going to buy her a diamond ring today. He'd proposed to her the other day. They were going to be the most admired husband and wife in the street, June thought. Her heart was full of fantasies. Andrew was oddly quiet, but June told herself he was just too happy to speak. He was usually quite chatty, and June was the submissive one in the couple, but today the roles seemed reversed. They walked round in hand, June gushing. She didn't know where they were going, but she'd heard of the place. 'A's Dye'. It sounded somewhat dull, but Andrew had told her they were supposed to be excellent jewellers anyway. June observed the bustle of crowds around her. Too many people, she thought, shuddering. To her delight, Andrew took her off the main street and headed down the side road. It was much quieter, and the usual bustle of the street had seemed to have disappeared. This change of scene only made June feel more excited. A secret location, maybe? The alleyway was rather dark. The people of the main road seemed to prefer to keep away. They went on for quite a long time before she finally began to feel uneasy. 'Where are we going, darling?' she asked her fiancee, tugging on his sleeve and shining her bright eyes up at him. He gave her a dark look and frowned at her. Her fiancee shook her off and walked on, June tottering on her high heels behind him. She felt rather cross now instead of doubtful: he'd never ignored her before. It was her special day, she was getting a diamond ring, and he should be treating her better. Still, she followed, intending to ask him again. If she did, maybe he'd start listening to her. The graffiti had stopped a while back; people obviously didn't roam here that much. She suddenly felt cold as well, so she drew her fur coat closer to her body and tried to walk faster. Tapping her would-be-husband on the shoulder, she watched him turn around amiably. 'When are we going to get there?' she asked him sweetly. Sweet talk had worked on him and the other boyfriends she had kept, so he was sure to tell her, she thought cheerfully. Instead, to her complete shock, he grabbed her by the coat. 'You're not the only who's had plenty of fiancees, June,' he said madly, his small eyes glinting, 'and your not the only one I've brought here to die.' She screamed, but there was no-one to hear her in the dark alleyway.