The Creeping Dead: A Zombie Novel by Cardillo Edward P

Author:Cardillo, Edward P. [Cardillo, Edward P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: zombies
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2015-01-28T05:00:00+00:00

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“Are you going to take your son to see the clowns tomorrow?” asked Lenny. He took a bite of his pizza. This time it wasn’t Marco’s. It was Taste of Italy.

“Yeah, I think so,” said Tara. “I hear there’s a whole parade and everything.”

“It’s a big celebration. I go every year.”

“With your mother?”

Lenny winced at the word. He shook his head, but Tara knew it wasn’t in answer to her question. It was her usage of the title.

“She is your mother, Lenny.”

“No, she’s not.”

“Well, as far as I know, you weren’t hatched from an egg.”

Lenny looked confused at the expression.

“Lenny, you can be an adult, and she still be your mother.”

“She doesn’t treat me like an adult. She always tells me what to do.”

“She just cares about you.”

“She needs to stop.”

“Lenny, all parents care about their children.”

Lenny winced again.

“Lenny, I care about my son.”

“Does he like the circus?” asked Lenny, happily changing the subject.

“We took him to one once, and he loved it. His favorite was the lion tamer.”

Lenny grimaced. “I don’t like lions. They make me nervous.”

“Well, they’re in cages, and they’re well trained.”

“I like clowns better. They don’t eat people.”

Tara took a bite of her salad (if she kept eating boardwalk pizza she was going to look like a beached whale), and washed it down with diet cola. “No, they don’t.”

Lenny looked over Tara’s shoulder and saw Officer Joann Campbell walking down the boardwalk. She was walking with another female officer, younger than herself. A smile crept across his face, and his eyes lit up. Tara thought it was relief over the harmlessness of clowns.

“Look, it’s Officer Joann,” he said pointing. “She’s my very special friend.”

‘Very’ special friend. Tara noticed the additional modifier. In fact, it was the first time she ever heard Lenny refer to anyone this way. She figured he must’ve really liked Officer Joann.

When Tara turned in her seat to get a good look, she saw why. “Ah, I see. She’s pretty,”

“Yes, she is,” Lenny agreed, blushing.

As they watched, Officer Joann’s attention suddenly shifted to something or someone in front of the Frog Bog. Lenny and Tara looked to the right to see what it was.

Tara shook her head. “Holy smokes, Lenny. Never a dull moment around here.”

Standing in front of the Frog Bog was a twenty-something, well-muscled Townie in his boxer briefs, swatting at something in the air. His hair was drenched, and his well-inked body glistened with sweat. The guy was stoned out of his mind and hallucinating. Passersby did their best to avoid him, giving him a wide berth.

“What’s he doing?” asked Lenny.

“He’s probably drunk as a skunk,” explained Tara, “or high as a kite.”

“Drugs?”

“Probably. How do you know about drugs?”

Lenny’s expression became serious. “Drugs are bad, Dr. Tara. They’re no good for you.”

Tara smiled. “You’re absolutely right, Lenny.”

Officer Joann and her partner approached, hands on their batons. The underwear man saw them coming and dashed into a clothing store. Officer Joann and her partner followed, picking up the pace but not breaking into a run, her partner speaking into her shoulder mounted radio.

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