dawn threatens as she kneels, heaving, on the lush overgrowth of her front lawn. a vaguely familiar man’s corpse lays before her, flannel pried open, the remain’s of his abdomen a well used canvas. some three dozen punctures with the nearest thing her scatter brain could find.
@timeoutroom of her torso, neatly encased in contractor plastic.
“No.” Bigger, better smile now. Easier to see beneath the sunglasses and the brim of her obnoxious hat.
“Is your truck nearby? We should sit. Sun’s not doing either of us any favors.”
@timeoutroom creepy resurrection day one-timers. Not with the wife and kids around, at least. Ed didn’t have that problem.
A cordial, smile-like expression breaks the stoic serenity of her face as she ducks out of his grasp to face him. Her arms cradle a basket-shaped silhouette the size