Hush. Do not say another word.
You stand out. You are not dressed like them – no suit, no power tie, no flag pin. They swarm downtown during the day. Nighttime is safer; they shelter in their homes.
I can pass among them. I can rattle off last week’s scores and the contestants on the reality TV shows. You have to talk in soundbites, not analysis. Are you stupid? They will eat your brain if they notice you.
Damn. My co-workers. Follow my lead.
Bobby! Yeah, shame about last night. We were just talking about who got voted off, right?
This week’s challenge in 100 Word Stories was Zombie. Written by me, read by my wife. Check it out – and be sure to vote for Steven the Nuclear Man there. (The MP3 should be an enclosure, if not, check it out at 100 Word Stories, or you can hear just my story here.