Dad had to work Sunday, never made it home, never called, we just never saw him again.
Mom packed up the car, tossed us in the backseat without worrying about our seatbelts for once, and wouldn't answer any questions about what was happening or where we were going. Mommy needs quiet right now, really quiet, all right?
She drove fast, and we recognized the way to grandma and grandpa's house, but we didn't get off the highway, we just kept going. I was half asleep when my brother, face pressed against the window, whispered, "I think that's a for-real zombie."
Thank you, I enjoyed that. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading and commenting! :)
DeleteQuite a story you have going on here. So many unanswered questions. Maybe better left unanswered?
ReplyDeleteYeah I don't think it ends well for them either...
DeleteWished I’d known what he saw through the window. Enjoyed the visuals though.
ReplyDeleteWell, this is just a guess, but it was probably a for-real zombie.
DeleteWell, that was interesting! You set the mood real nice, great work!
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Thank you! :)
DeleteWell written, easy to read, makes you want to know more. Good job!
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading! :)
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