Tuesday, September 28, 2010


by Robert Gryfft

The smell of her hair buoyed his chest as he stretched.

She smiled. “What’ll we do today?”

“We should check--"

There was a dry thud at the window.
He yawned, reaching for the shotgun. “Sounds like they’ve grown back again. Mouths probably have, too.”

Outside, a rattling scream swelled in the morning light.

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