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Wayne peered above the gravestone and watched the large group which stood around the freshly dug grave, listening to the vicar recite his passage. Most wept uncontrollably, others simply hung their heads, hats in hand. His eyes gleamed with anticipation. A low growl escaped his throat. Tonight, he’d have new material. He had no […]
Almost gave a lift to a hitchhiking zombie. I am toolin’ on down the Yellowhead Highway, heading south towards Cache Creek, dodging potholes and jumpin’ an’ bumpin’ over the cracks an’ fissures in the pavement. John Denver croons “Some Days Are Diamond” on the CD player. Pull into the Creek around noon. Coming up […]
The fault was Joel Pratt’s own, though he tried to blame his niece, Patti, and then his wife, Donna. But Patti was young and exuberant. How could he fault her? Nor could Donna be culpable. She’d left him the year before. He couldn’t blame either of them for the damage to his Nivens Patch […]
By Graham Bowlin Dear Blonde Camper from Bunk Ten, First of all, I’d like to apologize for startling you. When I kicked open the door of your bunkhouse and stormed in, wildly hacking the place up (how foolish I must have looked to you then!), I thought that your friend, that nubile redhead, had been […]
This wasn’t normal. The shamblers were normally easy to predict. They were easy to avoid if you were careful and they weren’t in huge numbers. That was their real danger. Just the mass of bodies crushing towards you with no way to escape. But small numbers, if one was quiet and careful, they could avoid […]
The sun shines like polished gold: still bright, but tarnishing around the edges, with the certainty that it will fade until no light remains. Late-season hydrangeas struggle to preserve their stately white blooms but they are browning around the edges. Maple leaves that recently blazed red now darken and dry on the ground, like the […]