“My spider sense is tingling!”
Little Miss Muffet* #quote
Some say that there's a universe for every single possible way
things could have turned out. But what if there's only one way things
could have turned out? Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Everyone Has Standards
Micheal worked the counter at the local pizza joint. The position of
the restaurant allowed them to service a lot of deliveries but few
people visited the physical place. The young college student actually
started to recognize the people who regularly came in instead of
asking for delivery.
However one day, someone came into the store not to order, but to
complain. And the man reeked. Micheal, at first thought it might have
been him, but he didn't spill anything on his nice uniform. He tried
to keep it as clean as possible. No the person that came in smelled
like rot. Like dead.
Micheal soon realized the customer was dead. A zombie walked
in the door, holding a pizza box and an angry expression on a
half-gone face. The clothes on the customer were at least clean, and
somehow the zombie looked like it had bathed, but the unmistakable
scent of death wafted from the creature who's skin tore open in spots
to reveal organs and skeletons.
“I demand a refund!” The zombie then slammed the pizza box on
the counter and opened it at Micheal. “Look at the pineapples on my
pizza...they're obviously past the expiration date. You're
commercials say you only have the freshest ingredients. Well I don't
eat food that's gone bad!”
The zombie presented his receipt
and was given a refund. He left the pizza joint in a huff, a maggot
crawling out from the back of his neck.
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