Five Sentence Fiction —Zombies

Tuesday is when I tackle some Five Sentence Fiction. Feel free to take Lillie McFerrin’s challenge to write a five sentence story based on a single word prompt. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just used for direction. This week’s word is Zombies.

Here is my offering:

Paul saw the same homeless guy practically everyday and the bum had never said anything or ever approached him; the old man always just sat on an overturned blue, plastic milk carton at the base of a dead tree wearing a catatonic stare as he held out a cup, counting on the unsolicited generosity of others. This evening something clicked when their eyes met for the first time, and as Paul drew up even with the filthy tramp he averted his gaze, but not before noticing the raggedy man getting unsteadily to his feet who began calling after him in a rattling, reedy voice, “Hey you… Mister!”

Paul quickened his pace and stole a quick look over his shoulder and saw the crazy, homeless man lurching after him with both arms extended like an extra in a cheap B-grade zombie movie while yelling, “You wear… the black mark!” Nearing the corner Paul knew that once he made it across the street he would disappear down into the Metro station ridding himself of this nut, but the traffic light turned red and the strange man was catching up shouting, “Stop, you’re in grave danger,” drawing out the word “grave” in a long falsetto wail. Goose flesh prickled across the back of the spooked business man’s neck who finally turned to confront the drunken psycho—to tell him to leave him alone—and in the process the heel of his right foot slipped off the curb spilling him, briefcase, cell phone and all into the street; he never saw the UPS truck that catapulted him in a 30-foot arc as his ears were filled with a final, single, extended howling word: “Graaaaaaave.”

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16 comments on “Five Sentence Fiction —Zombies

  1. Great little story. I like how you used a lot of creative puntuation to stretch out your five sentences. I will use that technique myself 🙂

  2. Yikes. Reserve confrontations with drunk, homeless men for when you’re the middle of the sidewalk. Loved your story!

    • So many street people are practically invisible. We pass them day in and day out with that blank stare and an empty cup and then—BAM—something weird happens. Glad you enjoyed it.

  3. This gave me goosebumps on the back of my neck, too. Quite a good tale!

  4. That’s a great take on the prompt. Smashing stuff.

    • Thanks so much. I try to avoid a literal interpretation and take it on a little slant. Sometimes I will take the prompts at face value but usually I ask myself how can I use this word to tell the best story. I love words with multiple definitions for instance the word “belt” can mean an item that holds up your pants, a quick and strong drink, or a landed blow in a fight. Think of all the possibilities…

  5. Like Jayne, this gave me shivers…never run from possible prophetic warnings eh? Enjoyed it Andy!

  6. NICE!!!
    I love stories like this, especially when handled deftly. 🙂
    Great work, maybe your tightest five-sentence one yet (that I can recall), beginning to end I found nothing to fault.

  7. Well that’s cryptic in the best possible way 🙂

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