Discord the draconequus of chaos grew complacent
- Discord the draconequus of chaos grew complacent and bored with his part-time job at the perfumery. Oft he could be heard asking himself, "What fun is there in making scents?"
- But he needed the money. He sighed as another mob of females walked into the perfumery. He stood up straight. Today, he was the cashier instead of the scent maker. He greeted them.
- He said, "Lovely to meet you." But they knew there was nothing lovely today. You could tell by the way they dragged their feet in the store, and looked underwhelmed by the impulse
- merchandise. Could there BE anything more depressing than shopping the week before the social security checks would arrive. Everyone seemed to be milling in the same isle, the
- clearance aisle, squabbling over expired bakery goods with gloppy icing, and over nose-hair removers priced at a mysterious 69 cents. Two women tugged on the same bag of hairnets.
- The larger woman asserted her dominance and ripped the bag of hairnets away from the other. "I'm not going into the zombie apocalypse without my hairnets." Tina shouted.
- She knew her Zombie Apocalypses. Zombie's let hairnetted folk alone. She wasn't a fool. Tina and Wyatt had survived the Kentucky Apocalypse in Lexington back in '02
- because they had both been lunch ladies at Bowling Green High School. As the zombies ambled toward her, she stretched the hairnet over her head. The zombies suddenly stopped and
- stared at the lone whisker growing out of the mole on her double-chin. That & the hairnet did it for the zombies! They couldn't devour she who had snuck extra cookies to them back
- in elementary school ! The thoughts of delightfully "punny" named foods for holidays like halloween sent them spiraling into fathomless nostalgia. They'd scored the immaculate fix
- Started
- 2013-10-06 01:16:14
- Finished
- 2017-01-23 06:19:40
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Woab Jan 23 2017 @ 14:49
I'm fascinated by the idea of hairnets repelling zombies.
SlimWhitman Jan 23 2017 @ 15:17
They had some sweet old lunch ladies at Bowling Green Elementary, and one was named Wyatt.