Zombie

🧟 The story of the zombie who kept one good eye

Half of this face is still trying. One blue eye stares straight out, wide and almost hopeful, like it forgot the rest of him gave up seasons ago. The other socket is a dark rotted hollow with something red worming its way loose.

His nose has caved in to a black pit, and three fat teeth hang on in bloody gums, yellowed and stubborn. Up near the top a couple of tiny beady eyes have sprouted where they really should not.

He rides a Clipper, pink and glossy and grinning through all the decay. Pick him up and that one blue eye finds yours every time.

Not for the squeamish. He would not want to be. 🩸