Long Johns – A Flash Fiction

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I hold my hands near the fireplace, warming them from iced numbness. “I miss my longjohns, the bright red wool ones with the fold-down back flap.”
John laughs. “Mine were footies. Bright red, but no flap.”
Rufus nods, unwraps a bit of meat from a red cloth sack, slides it onto his stick, and holds it over the fire. “Ayup. I got ones kinda like that for my kids.”
He shuts up then, sudden-like. We listen to the hiss-pop of the cooking meat, the crackling fire, the restless infected wandering outside.
We don’t ask about Rufus’ kids.
We aren’t hungry.Please note that the 100 Word Story Podcast is changing URLS to https://oneadayuntilthedayidie.com/!Based around Laurence Simon’s weekly challenge for the 100 word-stories podcast. The player above should have the audio for this week; if it doesn’t, you can find the audio here to download.
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