50 Word Story: Warm Soup & Cold Company

Poet Rummager


A pot of potato soup warms on the stove. They eat in silence but keep eye contact. He reaches for her hand. She struggles not to cry.

Pounding and breaking of glass shatter the silence. The mob of dead walkers invades their home. Teeth and nails rip their love apart.

📷📷📷 This microfiction was inspired by a conversation with Francis of Qhapaq. Click here to check out his blog! 📷📷📷

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