Tea Time of the Dead
Morning Coffee
e woke up this morning with a load of customers. There were
way more folks than just the regulars, and some of them looked like they’d come
from far away. At the Tea Time diner, we always had more than enough clients to
keep the business going, usually the same ones. This was the best place for
zombies to get their bloodshakes and grilled brain sandwiches. Today, the place
was so crowded I barely had time to serve one that a whole new gang was on
their way in. Something was up… After pouring a hot cup of joe for a cute teen
couple with their arms sewn together, I went to check on Bob in the kitchen. He
was cooking for thirty and all over the place. We’d been together and running
this place for a long time. We were supposed to use the money to get married,
but never really got around to it. I caught Bob stealing some raw bacon and
slapped his hand. It fell off, landing in pancake batter.
