Zombie Drabble #23

That day, all afternoon, my wife and I watched the news together. At first we thought it was some Orson Welles thing, a hoax. But after a while, she got real quiet. She called her mother, and then she tried to call her brother but couldn’t get through. I started  packing up the Land Rover with supplies for the cabin. About six fifteen she got up and put on her coat, and said she was sorry, but that if this was the end she wanted to be with Rich. Rich, her ex-boyfriend. And of course, it was her Land Rover

No comments:

Post a Comment