Domestic Bliss
by Scott Wilson
“I’m
going to try going home again. I hope I get a
warmer reception that I did last time,” Pete
said to his co-worker Jack, sculling the last
half his pint of fourex beer.
“What
happened yesterday?”
“Didn’t
go home yesterday. After the cold reception, I
got on Monday, decided to stay at the hotel
upstairs. Best night sleep I’ve ever had.”
“You want
me to come back with you? The old lady might be a
bit more civil if you’ve got company with
you.”
“Don’t
want to get you involved, mate.”
Jack patted
his friend on the back and stood up.
“Look,
I’m going to head home now anyway, so
what’s say I give you a lift home.”
“Okay,
but I’m telling you, it might get ugly.”
Jack lit a
cigarette and patted Pete on the back again,
“Look mate. I’ve seen some pretty ugly
things in my time. I’m sure I’ll handle
it.”
“Look,
when we get there, just be careful, okay mate.
She’s gotten loose, so she could be anywhere
in the house and she’s still pretty quick.”
“What?”
“You know
she’s a zombie don’t you?”
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