Short Story

 

Hola comrades:

 

Two days ago I wrote an extremely short story. Forty-eight hours later, I still like it a lot. So without further ado, voila:

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Rubber Bands

 

There was a girl who collected rubber bands. She grew to be a woman, and she couldn’t stop herself. Thousands upon thousands of rubber bands filled her house. They were, frankly, unnerving. She stacked them neatly round bedposts and the necks of bottles and the fat bottoms of jars. She filled her drawers and closets and cabinets with rubber bands.

 

She got old. The apocalypse came. A group of survivors banded together to live communally in her house. The rubber bands proved invaluable for making alarms around the perimeter and booby-traps and surprisingly lethal slingshots. The food and ammo would run out long before the endlessly useful rubber bands did. She was so pleased, even though a zombie ate her on the fifth day of the siege.

 

The End

 

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I am dedicating this story to my brother Frederic, because it is the first thing I have ever written with zombies in it, and I know how happy that will make him.

 

And yes, I know dedications are supposed to go at the beginning of the story, but if I had done that, I would have given away the zombie surprise.

 

All my love,

 

Alexandra

 

 

 

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About alexinwonderland42

Alexandra Scott grew up on a cattle farm in Virginia and cut her teeth playing out as a teenager in the Charlottesville music scene of the late 90’s. She loved Suzanne Vega, the Replacements, Waylon Jennings and early R.E.M. One day she packed her truck and moved herself to New Orleans, where she met producer Tim Sommer (Duncan Sheik) with whom she made two records and formed the Eno-homage, drone-punk ensemble Hi-fi Sky. Her star was rising in the Crescent City in the summer of 2005. She played Bonnaroo that year and opened for LeAnn Rimes. Then a large hurricane named Katrina formed in the Gulf of Mexico. Alexandra evacuated the day before Katrina hit with her dog, her acoustic guitar, her baggiest pair of jeans and some t-shirts. For a while, that was all she had. Amidst the grief and chaos of that time, she found that there was something about the stripped-away-ness of it all that she liked. She ended up in New York City, and then in Canada, and then in Providence. She has a long list of states in which her dog has peed. Alexandra plays underground pop, a type of rock ‘n roll that’s been dubbed *dream-a-billy.* She likes to turn out slow, simple dance songs for long lonely nights to come. After three years of wandering, Alexandra moved back to New Orleans to recover from a bad knee injury that left her unable to tour & to live in the place she loves best. When not writing songs, Alexandra works on her novel, a ghost story set in New Orleans, acts in film and television projects, and plays with her dog, Jack.
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One Response to Short Story

  1. Skyler says:

    Was it a tall zombie?

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