Daily Scintilla – Another scene from a zombiepocalypse
“This is ridiculous,” Cynthia muttered to herself, watching the boarded up window intently. She knew they were out there.
“I mean, think about it,” she said softly. “What’s the worst they can do? Start eating me while I’m still alive? It’ll still be better than working the complaints line.”
Fingers poked through a gap between two boards, reaching out to her. They knew where she was too.
“Hey, what do you guys want, really?” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself. She snapped her mouth shut, then she shrugged. There was no food – she could deal with the zombies, or deal with starvation. She bent down to peer out through the gap.
Dead eyes stared back, and the zombie on the other side moaned.
“Hello,” she said in her best customer service voice. “What can I do to help you, that doesn’t involve me dying in the process?”
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Counting blessings
I am thankful that my office has announced a delayed opening, even if I was hoping for a full snow day. I am thankful that I could wait until it was light out to go start shoveling, and no longer have a work situation where I would have needed to start at 4 or 5 am in order to get to work on time. For that matter, I am thankful that I no longer work for a company that might have taken disciplinary action if I decided I couldn’t make it in at all and took the day off.
I am thankful that Brian and I are still physically able to shovel, even if there’s so much snow it’s taking forever, and so much snow from previous storms that we have to carry each shovelful to a snow bank low enough to toss it over, instead of the easy shovel-toss-shovel-toss pattern that we enjoyed in the first couple of storms.
I’m thankful for our house, our relationship, our cat, our families and friends, *being* employed, having enough to eat and an effective heating system and transportation.
There, life isn’t so bad after all. 
(I realized while I was out for the second shift of shoveling that I should mention that this is a self-directed comment, criticizing the fact that I was feeling sorry for myself.)
So, what are your blessings today?
Short Story – No Good Deed
This is one of my better old stories, originally written prior to 2005. I hope you enjoy it. 
No Good Deed
Kaitlin stashed her bag in the break room, swiped her nametag through the time-clock and tried to prepare herself mentally for the day. Shaking her head at the futile attempt, she did what she always did: plastered on her wide, friendly customer service smile, straightened her nametag on her chest, and plunged in.
Ten steps onto the floor, she was stopped by a customer saying, “Miss? Miss? Do you work here?”
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Resonance, by Chris Dolley is one of my favorite novels, and he’s offering it for FREE on his website as an ebook!
From the description there:
“Graham Smith is a 33 year-old office messenger. To the outside world he’s an obsessive-compulsive mute – weird but harmless. But to Graham, it’s the world that’s weird. And far from harmless.”
I love, love, love this book, and think everyone should read it. 
State of the Storyteller – Feeling Stupid
I’ve managed to injure myself. I didn’t even realize it until two days later, assuming that it’s due to pushing myself too hard at yoga on Thursday.
Or maybe I just pulled something shoveling on Friday… The ground was slippery, and I did have to jerk myself around a couple of times to keep from falling. With muscles already tired from yoga, that could have led to damage.
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© 2010 Catherine Wechsler, used with permission.
