ZombieLuv Flash Fiction Contest: 'Til Death Do Us Part

"Carla, honey, can you come in here for a minute?" said Phil, leaning far enough backward in his recliner to see the swaying fabric of his wife's immaculately pressed circle skirt in the kitchen.

From in front of the sink, Carla grunted a response, and Phil decided to let it drop. He knew how much she hated being bothered when she was cooking. Plus, she would come eventually. She always did.

As Phil waited, he turned his attention to the television, where a news anchor was detailing ways to combat the new influenza strain.

"Carry around a bottle of hand sanitizer with you at all times," the man said urgently, "just in case you happen to touch anything carrying the disease. We can't stress enough to you the importance wearing your government-issued face masks and gloves in public. The virus is extremely contagious, and you simply cannot risk getting infected."

His female co-anchor nodded gravely. "You're absolutely right, James. Under absolutely no circumstances should you drink the public water. Senator Boomfeld has also strongly recommended that everyone refrain from taking showers or baths, as your skin can absorb the virus. As far as treatment, none has surfaced, but top scientists are working around the clock -"

"This really is very interesting, sweetie. Why don't you come take a look?" he said, his eyes still trained on the news report.

All of a sudden, he became aware of raspy, heavy breathing blowing across the hairs on the back of his neck. He turned quickly to see his wife's green-ish face hovering mere inches from his own. Her skin was hanging limply, in patches, from her bones, and cuts that had once been small blemishes were now gaping holes of festering epidermis. Saliva mixed with puss that was oozing from her infected gums glistened on her thin, grey lips - what was left of them anyway. Growling, she bared her awkwardly yet terrifyingly pointed teeth.

"Well, hello, beautiful," Phil said, smiling at his spouse.

Carla moaned unintelligibly and reached toward him with her right hand. Before she was able to touch him, however, she was suddenly thrown backward by an invisible force against a nearby wall. Once she had regained enough strength and wherewithal to stand up again, she tugged at the dog collar encircling the sagging flesh on her neck.

"Ah-ah-ah, dear. You know better than that," he said. "We had a deal, remember?" He lifted into view a small, black remote control with a golden lightning bolt logo at the top.

When Carla saw the device she grimaced and gnashed her sharpened teeth and backed further away as quickly as she could, which, coincidentally, was not all that fast.

"Now, sweetheart," he said, smiling sweetly, "why don't you go back into the kitchen and get me a beer?"

THE END




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Guidelines:

* Word count: maximum 1.000

* The story must be a romance between two zombies. Make it as horrific as you like. ;)

* Stories containing animal cruelty, torture, graphic sex or violence, any form of exaltation of violence, racism or other forms of prejudice will be immediately disqualified.

* Post your entry on your own blog, with a title resembling this:

Zombie Luv Flash Fic Contest: Story Title

* Leave your story title and a link to the story entry post as a comment at mari's randomities: http://marisrandomities.blogspot.com

* Copy and paste the contest logo and the guidelines at the end of your entry post.

Comments

Diandra said…
Totally got me by surprise. And raises the age-old question: Shouldn't zombies smell terrible?
Eric J. Krause said…
Well played! No wonder he thought she'd find the report so interesting. Good story!
Laura Eno said…
Ouch! She should leave him... :)
Stef said…
You know, Diandra, you'd think so... but apparently Phil doesn't mind the stench as long as he doesn't have to get up and get his own beers. hehe

Eric, thanks for the compliment! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

Laura, I know, right? I'm afraid that she'd just be killed out of his house, though. Either that, or she'd have great fun rampaging and killing humans and so on... Hmm... Perhaps a sequel is needed here! haha
jdanetyler said…
That was fun! What a great build-up. I'm with Laura, though -- she should dump him. :)
Mari said…
All right, you're on! :D
Gracie said…
Fun story, well done. I'm with Laura, she should leave him.

Enjoyed this.
melissalwebb said…
Great story. Now we know the proper place for a zombie...barefoot and in the kitchen. Well done. :)
Jim Bronyaur said…
Well... since I'm a judge, I can't comment too much. But I just wanted to drop a quick line and say.... GREAT STORY! :)

Jim B
http://tinyurl.com/2a69jux <--- My #fridayflash story, in case you're interested.
Cathy Olliffe said…
I loved this! I totally didn't know what to expect - figured housewifey was all normal and gonna come in and watch the telly ... I actually snorted with laughter when I realized what was going on! Cool story!
Donald Conrad said…
Wowww, caught me by surprise. Sort of a zombie-bondage thing. Thanks
Delia said…
He's going to be sorry when she figures out how to chew through that dog collar.
Stef said…
Thank you guys all so much for your comments. Seriously. They are so very much appreciated. I swear, you guys are what keeps me going when I don't really "feel like" writing. haha

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