Monday, August 25, 2014

"All Things Come"

"All things come to those who wait," Zeke's father liked to say. It didn't work that way for Zeke. No Ivy League degree, corner office, pearl-wearing wife. He got community college, a Domino's delivery route, sitcom marathons.

Then unexpectedly, the world ended.

The cuevavirus moved so fast it never got a name. At the pandemic's 36-hour mark, Zeke saw a pale figure stopping at every door on his street, turning the never-locked knobs. The screaming started afterwards.

Zeke was the only one it passed by. As he watched it go, he could've sworn a small smile curled its thin lips.

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