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Domestic Bliss  

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Domestic Bliss
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 211

“I’m going to try going home again. I hope I get a warmer reception that I did last time,” Pete said to his co-worker Jack, sculling the last half his pint of fourex beer.

“What happened yesterday?”

“Didn’t go home yesterday. After the cold reception, I got on Monday, decided to stay at the hotel upstairs. Best night sleep I’ve ever had.”

“You want me to come back with you? The old lady might be a bit more civil if you’ve got company with you.”

“Don’t want to get you involved, mate.”

Jack patted his friend on the back and stood up.

“Look, I’m going to head home now anyway, so what’s say I give you a lift home.”

“Okay, but I’m telling you, it might get ugly.”

Jack lit a cigarette and patted Pete on the back again, “Look mate. I’ve seen some pretty ugly things in my time. I’m sure I’ll handle it.”

“Look, when we get there, just be careful, okay mate. She’s gotten loose, so she could be anywhere in the house and she’s still pretty quick.”

“What?”

“You know she’s a zombie don’t you?”

THE END

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