Short, weird, fun!

Happy Friday! If I manage to write today after signing off here, this’ll be my first full work-week of getting up at 5 to write every morning.

I’m hoping it’ll get easier as time goes on.

In celebration, here’s a scintilla of the new zombie story I’m working on:

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“Bring out yer dead! Bring out yer dead!”

His mother slammed the windows shut in spite of the late summer heat. They cut the voices outside down to an indistinguishable moan, but the bell they rang still cut through clearly.

“It’s time, Mum.”

“He’s not dead.”

Technically she was right. His brother still breathed, drank, ate… Ate everything they could afford to feed him, in fact, and still moaned for more.

“He hasn’t spoken in weeks, Mum, not even right after we feed him. And you know what the paper said.”

“I don’t care what the paper said! Or the government, or the pope. He’s not dead, and we’re not sending him out to be killed. I’d say the same if it was you up there.”

“If it was me, I’d want you to send me out, so you could get on with your life while you still have it!”