The morning mail, consisting of an advertising circular,
came through the mail slot and dropped just inside the door near Mary Rolland’s
Today’s mail had fallen on yesterday’s mail, which had
fallen on the previous day’s mail.
The flyer had opened to a page showing various kitchen and
bathroom towels on sale at “RIDICULOUSLY LOW PRICES.”
Mary no longer had a need for mail, or bright, glossy
flyers, or new towels.
Mary was dead.
The smell of smoke was still in the air. The bread Mary had
been baking had burned to ashes three days ago. Wiring in the oven had finally
overheated and tripped the circuit breaker in the basement.
It would be a while before things started to go bad in the
refrigerator. Mice and ants would at some point begin to investigate the
The bills had all been paid and Mary was current in
everything she needed to be current in.
There wouldn’t be anything she needed in the foreseeable
Mary was dead.
That night, Earth passed through a gaseous, spore-infested
cloud that had been travelling in space for millions of years.
The spores in that cloud were unlike any that had ever been
in Earth’s solar system.
The mail delivery the following morning was most likely the
last mail delivery there would ever be.
When that mail hit the floor in front of Mary, she awoke
with a growl and lurched to her feet. Mary Rolland was no longer dead.
Mary was undead.
Dorman, email@example.com, of Madison, WI 53704, who wrote BP
#85’s “Door County Getaway” & “The Gift” (+ BP #84’s “Goodbye to
Nowhere Land” and “Nobody Should Be at 1610 Maple St.”; BP #83’s “Door #2”; BP
#82’s “A Nowhere Friend” & “Foundling”; BP #81’s “Nowhere Man in Nowhere
Land” & “The Box with Pearl Inlay”; BP #80’s “Andrew’s War” & “Down
the Hardware Store”; BP #79’s “Cellmates” & “Get Some Shelter,” BP #78’s
“All Is as It Should Be,” BP #77’s “Essence of Andrew,” BP #76’s “Flirting with
the Alley,” BP #75’s “The Enemy of My Enemy…” BP #74’s “Doesn’t Play Well
Others,” BP #73’s “A Journey Starts with a Flower,” BP #72’s “The Beach House,”
BP #71’s “The Big Apple Bites,” BP #70’s “Borrowing Some Love” and BP #69’s
“Back in Town” and “Finding Good Help…”), is retired from the University of
Wisconsin-Madison Benefits Office and has been a voracious reader for 60
years. At the prompting of an old high school friend, himself a retired
English teacher, Roy is now a voracious writer. He has had poetry and
flash fiction published in Apocrypha and
Abstractions, Birds Piled Loosely,
Burningword Literary Journal, Cease Cows, Cheapjack
Pulp, Crack The
Spine, Drunk Monkeys, Every Day Fiction, Flash Fiction Magazine, Flash Fiction Press, Gap-Toothed Madness, Gravel, Lake City Lights, Near
Knuckle, Shotgun Honey, The Creativity
Webzine, Theme of Absence, The Screech
Owl, The Story
Shack, & Yellow Mama.