I just go to my page here and it is beautiful and calm. ohhhhm. I love it.
I decided to put in a piece of my short-short fiction; not fan fic. Sort of a horror humor thing, especially since pheral liked my "Wifey's Hyena" - I need very little encouragement :) Besides, like I said, this is home now, and I guess I'll just spread my crap around all over the place. That's what home is.
In the Heartland
Kassidy Rae
The smell of the roast wafted through the kitchen and into the dining room as June opened the oven door. The meat was golden brown, and the liquid in the bottom of the pan bubbled. Perfect.
June transferred the roast to a porcelain serving platter and took it to her awaiting family. Her husband and son were already seated at the dinner table.
“Smells great, Mom!” her son said, smiling at her.
“My, aren’t you hungry,” answered June. She placed the platter at the center of the table, removed her apron and sat down. “Darling, could you carve?” she asked. “It seems one of us can’t wait.”
“Make that two,” replied her husband with a grin. He picked up the knife. The roast faded from brown to a delicate shade of pink as he worked the knife inward. The center of the meat showed dark and red.
Plates were passed and filled, and all talk ceased as the threesome tucked into the meal. June’s husband paused in mid-bite and laid down his fork. “How have you managed this week, son?” he asked, concern in his dark eyes.
“He’s been marvelous,” June jumped in. “I told you he’d make the adjustment quickly, and he has.”
In the dead of night a mere two weeks ago, a pack of zombies burst through the front door into the family’s home. June didn’t recognize the first to hold her down and clamp a drooling mouth upon her shoulder, tearing off the first fleshy bite. But she did recognize the small face biting into her ankle - he’d been in one of her older son’s classes.
She was confused - hadn’t he died in a car accident?
Having survived the attack, June, her husband and sons had to cope with the enormous changes in their lives. Now that all four were zombified, they learned to train the constant, unbearable hunger into socially acceptable appetites - or ones that at least wouldn’t get them arrested. Then there was the disturbing, ever-growing loss of motor skills… the bluish-purplish-yellow discoloration of the skin. And the family learned to walk off and leave the frequently sloughed chunks of flesh.
It was tough, but they were determined to remain law-abiding citizens, no matter how dead.
June’s youngest son couldn’t adjust. He attacked classmates and neighbors repeatedly. Only one fatality so far, thank goodness, evidenced in the skeletal remains of a neighborhood feline. The owner had contacted the SPCA.
At least the boy just ate a cat, which was better than, say, being arrested for eating someone.
Nevertheless they’d carefully explained the consequences of further transgressions to him. To no avail.
Luckily for the family, Ward had the answer.
June sighed. Things would turn out for the best. They always did.
She chewed her dinner. An incisor fell out of her mouth, plopping on the table. At the root clung a pocket of pustulent green. Sighing in annoyance, she wiped the tablecloth, capturing the infected mess in the folds of her napkin.
Unaware of his mother’s minor trouble, Wally chewed blissfully. His eyes were closed, working the lump of meat in his mouth. “Best dinner you ever made, Mom,” he said, a beautific smile lighting his face. He opened his eyes. “Can I have more?”
“I second that,” said his father cheerfully, and took the plate Wally passed. A shadow passed over Ward’s face. “I wish your brother could be with us.”
Tears formed in June’s eyes, but she wiped them away and took another bite. “Really, Ward, if you think about it… he is.”
~END~
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