Lisa Rose

Love, a guitar, and some zombies

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“Go! And take that damned thing with you!”

Slam!

Outside, the blood stuck to Charlie’s sneakers. Beth just didn’t understand the power of music. It would work.

He strummed. He sang. The crowd closed in.

As morning broke, Beth watched as a familiar shape shambled by, clutching a broken guitar.

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A salty-sweet breeze caressed Elliot from his metal seat on the wheel. The city’s eye.

The purple of the sleepy sun kissed the water below his feet. Dimmed away.

The machine churned, slowed, stopped.

Something once-human floated in the dreamy waves. Elliot looked down, wondering when it would be seen.

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Lisa Rose

Lisa Rose

Coffee-chugging, empathy-wielding, child-rearing, over-thinking, dog-petting, videogame-playing, writer/editor/educator and feminist know-it-all.