For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator. A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.
My grandfather’s wake was going as expected. Nicely dressed people offered condolences. Mom and Grandma dabbed at their eyes with tissues. Dad ducked outside to get some fresh air. I tried not to fidget with the hem of my dress.
Death made the air feel heavy. I didn’t know how to respond to the kind words offered to me. With a small smile? A simple thank you?
This turned out to be the least of my worries. Who’d have guessed the zombie apocalypse would kick off just then with Grandpa sitting up and trying to shamble out of his coffin?