Fiction

The Day the World Ended

The day the dead started walking

Photo by Darklabs India on Unsplash

Our neighbor Troy was different. He kept to himself, only once did I remember speaking with him before it happened. Our mother occasionally said hello, and I remember Lauren selling lemonade to him sometime before our Dad died. He was a tall man, and I remember him smiling when this little girl handed him a cup of warm lemonade…