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Thursday, March 06, 2008

Flash Fiction: Under a Dead Sun

Episode 15

Billy vaulted off his horse as he arrived at the Sheriff's office in Contention. As he headed towards the door he watched Reny Cargill run back towards the his general store. Billy pounded on the Sheriff's door but found no answer. Casting around he looked about for a clue to the Sheriff's location.

Descending from the hilltop he saw a group of people. Maybe there had been an early funeral service. Billy broke off into a jog heading up the hill. As he got closer the first thing he noticed was the smell. A strong rotten odor, rancid and spoiled assaulted him. Billy stopped short, retching.

As he looked back up he saw them clearly for the first time. Flesh and muscle, decaying, hanging off broken bodies. Limbs missing, riddled with maggots and other insects. And the mouths, huge gaping holes stretched in hunger. Dead men, like back at the farm, brought back to life. And heading straight for him.

Billy covered his mouth with a handkerchief and freed his Colt, then he ran like hell.

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