Redneck Rumba
Not breathing, I
paused, door at my back. They shambled across the cold stone floor, two lines of
them, feet beating a ragged tattoo.
They’d seen me!
They turned as
one staggering in my direction. The putrid stench was choking and twenty disintegrating
faces regarded me curiously.
I hated being new
at zombie line dancing.
55 words
@nickjohns999This story was written for Lisa McCourt-Hollar's 55 word challenge
I love this. Now I must go to start my own zombie line dance. Hmmm....first, though, I must find a zombie to help me....or a great makeup artist. haha
ReplyDeleteHi Kayla! Thanks for stopping by. Makes you wonder about the origin of the 'red necks' too!
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