Tuesday the 47th

Tuesday the 47th

It’s not just about having cases of water or tins of beans; it’s a mindset, a mindset that could save your bacon, said the man who could have been a preacher in a previous life. The blue vein in his temple pulsed as he talked, I couldn’t look away from it, as if it was its own kind of beast.
 
You tapped me on my shoulder, knocking me out of my thoughts of blue-blooded vampires. Want one, you asked, hovering your plate of doughnut holes over my lap. You’d eaten the chocolate ones. I could see the crumbs around your mouth. I took a plain one, popped it in and chewed.
 
I haven’t seen you before, you said. I’m new, I said, then kept chewing. It didn’t seem to be that kind of place where manners were king. You should come on Saturday. We’re doing a workshop on weapons, you know, the right ones for stopping zombies and defunct politicians––you smiled when you said it, but somehow, I didn’t think it was a joke.
 
I ended up going that weekend. Turned out it wasn’t a joke. We’d be using the training before the end of the year when the grid went down, and everyone was running around half-cocked and loaded. And the politicians, they were the first to disappear––just vanished, never did have to take one of them out. Zombies on the other hand…
 

8 Comments
  • Michelle Sampson
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    You leave no subject unexplored! What a mind…

    May 18, 2018 at 1:02 am
  • Mary Izzo
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    Your stories are amazing. Not all writers can accomplish an entire story in a few paragraphs and scare the s–t out of you at the same time.

    May 18, 2018 at 5:33 am
  • Susan
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    Great pic and read, Carmen. I look forward to these flash bits as they pop up in my feed. Alwaya get transported right out of my seat.

    May 18, 2018 at 2:12 pm
  • Doreen McCune
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    Your imagination is wild. How do you think of this stuff? Love reading it!

    May 18, 2018 at 6:48 pm

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