Thursday, June 11, 2015

Death and strawberries

    Stephen's wallet was stolen outside of Tucson; we lost six hours to police reports and paperwork. But we could still make it - barely.
    We drove around the clock in six-hour shifts, no motels necessary. My cash barely covered gas, so we scrimped on food. For days we are only convenience store bean burritos. In self defense I bought an air freshener, which made the car smell like strawberries. Well, strawberries and death.
    The Reekmobile rolled into Philly with two hours to spare. I even had time to air my dress out before I walked down the aisle. We both appreciated that.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Amy's Apology

    "I didn't mean to hurt anyone, much less kill them. Sure, I knew the cookies were expired, but really - who cares about those dates? It's not like an expired Thin Mint will kill you...
    "Try telling that to the parents. They went for me likes sharks scenting blood in the water. I barely got away with my life.
    "But all of that is behind me. I've served my time, done my community service.
    "So please forgive me, but I can't buy any cookies from your troop. It's just too risky - and I need to move on."

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Tell the committee a little bit about yourself...

    "Hi! I'm Dylan Markos. I'm birds. An expert on them, I mean. Geez, this is more awkward than I expected.
    "Anyway, this expedition would let me study modern birds' ancestors, which ... well, you know all that, right? I passed the initial screening, after all.
    "This video is supposed to, what? Help you weed out the whackos? You probably got a lot of those. I mean, you have to be a little crazy to sign up for a one-way back through time. Not me, of course. I'm perfectly normal. I'm nervous and terrified and excited, but normal.

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Only Zombies Get The Blues

    Mommy's eyes were blue this morning. But I got her first, like Benji said, before I got him, too.
    It's quiet here with everyone gone. But it's worse when they come back. I hope I got it right. I don't want to see them again. Not like we saw Daddy and Mrs. Wilton and the mailman. Never like that.
    It's dark now that I got the lights. I don't need them - I already know what I'll see.
    Because my eyes were blue in the mirror tonight ... and there's nobody left to get me.