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Past the Expiration Date
By Wakefield Mahon

I stood mesmerized as Delores reached for me. Her sunken eyes, lingered on me. Three dead men backed her up.

“Everybody else is doing it so why can’t we… bury the hatchet?” I considered the axe in my hand.

When she broke into “Zombie” I laughed and dropped my ax.

"There’s no need to argue."






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