I can drive 55

The Zombie Authors blog asked me to contribute a piece of flash writing -- precisely 55 words in length, no more, no less -- related to the undead. Here's what I sent them.

A favorite zombie memory.

Carl Kolchak confronts a sleeping zombie in the back of a hearse in an auto junkyard. To undo the voodoo, he must pour salt down its throat and sew the mouth shut. Kolchak successfully fills the mouth with salt then positions a needle under its lips.

The zombie opens its eyes.