No zombie love installment tonight. Something else needed to come out:
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He’s dying. Not imminently, but he’s at the end of his days. “I’m worn out.” he says often these days; especially after folding back into bed after the 20 minute shuffle just to get to the bathroom and back.
He sleeps a lot now. He’s often sound asleep, blanket tucked under chin, in the times I drop in to visit. But that’s okay. I just sit with him, feet dangling from the wheelchair he hates to be in. Continue reading
The sun warmed his back as he stepped down the earth of around the last tomato plant. Since the zombie-ing he didn’t really feel the cold, but something human in him still liked the warmth. He supposed it was human. Maybe just the living part of him, lizards are fond of a warm spot too, as are cockroaches. Continue reading
There’s fear churning in Gloria’s belly as she makes her morning coffee. And it’s not because there’s a zombie banging a shovel against her kitchen window. Continue reading
As the kiss deepened he felt a rising heat move through his body.
..or at least he would have if he hadn’t died a good six weeks ago, his body temperature now never rising above ambient.
But his love for this woman may just surpass his love for Braaaaaaaains!!! Continue reading
What just happened?
We were cleaning up after dinner, stacking dishes in the sink. Out of dish soap, I said: “I guess we’ll just do them tomorrow.”
She started crying. Continue reading
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