The roof is a ballroom; the raindrops are glints of light from a spinning disco ball; the moans from the street below are table conversation. She is at a wedding, her best friend's wedding, the wedding, the best night of her life.
She spins and laughs and raises an empty glass in toast. She holds an imaginary microphone and nails the speech she was too nervous to deliver in real life. She hugs the air; she kisses the horizon.
Later, out of her reverie, she will hang the soaking dress out on the fire escape to dry, and cry quietly.
Never thought I'd feel sad for a zombie, although perhaps she isn't one yet. Without the zombie tag and the moans in the street, it would be a lovely, sad, "normal" story. :-) Nicely written David.ReplyDelete
I feel like she's not long for this world either way, alas. Thanks for reading! :-)Delete
That was a surprise, I didn't see the zombie tag until I'd finished. Nice one.ReplyDelete
Thank you for reading and commenting. :-)Delete
even zombies have feelings - or even zombies-to-be have feelings.ReplyDelete
And what are we - either dead or alive - other than feelings, nothing more than feelings... I feel a song coming on. It always helps me when I'm sad. Randy
She's Schrodinger's Bridesmaid :-)Delete
Never been compassionate about zombies before - you made me do thatReplyDelete
Thanks. :-) Though, obviously from the responses, it isn't clear: she isn't a zombie yet, she's trapped in a building surrounded by zombies.Delete
Nope doesn't sound like a fun place to be. A wedding reception surrounded by zombies? Frighteningly sad.
Thank you for reading and commenting! :-)Delete
Even a Zombie can long for memories in the past and wish for better days. I lkie this.ReplyDelete
Thank you :-)Delete
Wow, you wrote that perfectly. What a sad story.ReplyDelete
Very kind, thank you! :-)Delete