Hunger

She was standing on the front porch again this morning, still wearing his letter jacket.

Yesterday she’d paced there for hours. He’d dumped her over a year ago because she was too clingy, but it would take a headshot to be free of her now.

She was, he’d found, even worse as a zombie.

 

 

Hope.

 

 

 

 

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Hunger is a post from: Aztec Books