penthius

A dead girl bought me dinner. She'd messaged me earlier in the evening to congratulate me on my birthday. I'd stared at the screen for a long ten minutes, seeing a cheerful greeting from Alice...Alice, whose funeral I'd attended and whose murderer had never been caught. It made me press the heels of my palms against my eyes. I remembered all the good things about her: all the things that had made me love her as a friend, and maybe a little bit more. It made me laugh a little to realize that she'd programmed birthday greetings into her system to send automatically. It didn't make me think any worse of her, though--it was just like her to plan ahead when she figured she'd be busy.

Inspiration: getting spam email from "murdered"
Story Potential: High, I think, at least in part. I like this set-up. Could blend well with any number of other ideas.
Notes: Could be straight-up mystery, though I didn't have much luck with the last one of those I attempted to write.

Status: Written as "Dining on a Dead Girl's Dime."