Today on Drabble
Wednesday I explore what happens when the living meet the dead, or undead…
Encounter
The woman stood in the
middle of the road, blocking the path of the wagon.
Henry pulled on the
reins and slowly halted his buckboard. The woman stared at him.
“Are you hurt? Do you
need aid?”
She shook her head. “I
knew you once, when you were a baby. I held you in my arms. I’ve never
forgotten.”
Henry shivered. “You
look familiar, do I know you?”
“Not as you should,
that was not to be.” She smiled whispering, “Happy Birthday, Henry.”
And she disappeared.
Shocked, Henry gasped,
only then realizing he had spoken with his long dead mother.
~*~
Not In the Job Description
“I got a notice to
report to the basement level.” Cindy spoke out loud, bewildered.
“You mean the secret lab?” Fred, her colleague in the neighbouring cubicle
answered her, trying to sound ominous and failing.
“Ha, ha, very funny.”
She smirked at him, before frowning. “But still, it’s odd.”
“Nah. They probably
lost some paperwork. You know lab geeks.”
“I guess so. See you
later Fred.” Cindy smiled, and left.
The department boss
walked over and leaned against Fred’s desk. “She went, no problems?”
“Yep. No worries on
feeding the zombies tonight, boss. I’ll clean out her desk after work.”
~*~
By the Light of the Moon
A woman alone at night
is a dangerous thing, I know, but I couldn’t resist a chance to walk along the
park trail under a full moon. It’s been ages since I took time to enjoy an
evening’s beauty.
And it’s lovely. A
big, bright silver moon, surrounded by a cascade of stars, in an indigo and
sable sky. The air is crisp, and smells of spring, with the fading hint of
fragrant blossoms. Nothing could—oh, dear. Footsteps.
I turn, and sure
enough, a man with a knife.
Oh well, I am hungry.
I bare my fangs, and
attack.
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