Free Zombie Flash Fiction
Ringing in Revenges
Inside the rose in his hand was the smell of life. The thorns pierced his flesh and small insects came out.
He had brought one yesterday to her door but had not been admitted.
He knew she did not want to kiss him but perhaps she would like it if he trapped her between the stairs and the laundry room and ate her brains.
Robin Wyatt Dunn writes and teaches in Los Angeles.
He's online at robindunn.com