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March 23, 2007

Tanya: Untitled

Karl wolfed down his lunch, sitting on the back steps of his office, overlooking the alley. Choked down the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, washed it down with milk, and then rushed back to work.

His unfinished business lay before him. So much to do and not enough hours in the day. He checked them over, deciding how to proceed.

Three in a car crash. Drowning. Electrocution. Some accident involving a barbed wire fence, a rope, and a skateboard. Two stabbings, unrelated.

Karl sighed, and stepped up to the third table. No one has deadlines like a mortician has deadlines.

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Comments

Dead lines?

I knew I should've made this a zombie story.

Posted by: Tanya at March 23, 2007 10:27 PM · Permalink