Awakened
Night falls on everyone in this town in cold, expectant silence.
Most of them, except for the brave few, have left the city for the weekend. They wait with guns. Doors and windows are covered by plywood, protecting against intruders.
The Awakened have been known to climb in through any opening. The wiser residences close up their chimneys. Attics and basements are a source of worry.
The air is still. There are no dogs to be heard, as they have all gone away with their owners. The birds have flown to warmer territory.
Snow falls in steady draughts.
The Awakened Dead cry and stretch, letting ice penetrate their putrid flesh.
Ohhhhh…creepy! Great story, as always, Lori.
Comment by zapata — January 29, 2009 @ 5:06 pm
I’d be like, good luck, brave few – I’m off to San Diego! Wonderful story!
Comment by Bob Eccles — January 29, 2009 @ 6:00 pm
Yeah, there is a reason that “brave” can be a nice synonym
for “crazy”….!!! :)
Comment by Loribeth215 — January 30, 2009 @ 4:55 am