Nov. 4 Zombie

Dave got dumped so we went for a drink where we'd never been, where old men with knobby hands and nothing to celebrate gathered to drink before the sun went down. The bar had an old metal door and inside, at the end of the bar, a zombie chained to the wall. We'd never seen one in person, just in documentaries about the outbreak. The regulars teased the zombie with chicken bones and snuffed cigarettes against its face, The zombie moaned but didn't flinch. Dave said, He looks the way I feel. Dave'd been with Connie three weeks. Dave, I said, Grow up.