Author
Joy Kennedy-O'Neill
Build-a-Grudge
Mari lugs two heavy suitcases into the office and heaves them into the corner. "Where's yours?" she asks. I point to a half-filled garbage bag. "That's all you got?" "I've never done this before." She tsks at my inexperience. Then she takes her cubicle's photos and cuts out her…
The Zombies Can't Be Killed With Selfie-Sticks
My dead girlfriend's face greets me in the kitchen, holo-projected above my burbling coffee pot. "Your memories from seven years ago!" Alexis-5 chirps. My heart cracks a little. "Stop reminders," I say. It hurts too much to see her. We broke up long before her cancer, but still.…
A La Carte
I usually don't hug my ex-husband's girlfriends, but she's sobbing in the restaurant's bathroom, screaming "ghost babies" and "children are burning!" A tumble of ladies encircle us. And Stephanie, this woman-child he's dating, with honey-blond braids and wide blue eyes says,…
The Moon in Her Doorway
She didn't know why the moon had smashed into her house, trapping her inside. After working a double shift, she had walked home on tired feet under a night sky. The moon had hung large and low on the horizon, like a silver dollar. It balanced on the hill above her neighborhood.…
The Last Zombie Story
Stairs. I remember what they are, but I can't get up them. I shuffle in front of the library and moan. My hunger has shrunk through the years into a fist. There's only one thing I want to eat, that I've ever wanted to eat. Well, two, and they're inside the building. My husband…