One of my tiny tales of the coming apocalypse, "The Bridgeport Zoo", is up over at DOGZPLOT Flash Fiction.
Some items of trivia about this story, because I like when other people offer them about their work, and because they'll end up longer than the story itself:
-- It was born from a randomly generated inclusion prompt: Zoo, gun, winter.
-- It's set at a real zoo that I've been to twice.
-- It was prose, then a poem, then prose again. It got shorter after each version.
-- I write both longhand and keyboard. This was all keyboard.
-- Unlike a lot of my stuff, this story features no little inside jokes. Yeah, even with the vegetarian.
-- There used to be one more character who didn't do much.
-- I thought of the characters as Yalies for a long time. Problem is, Yale's 20 miles away from the zoo and even if they have a car, that's a stretch. So lately I think of them as high school kids whose parents have already died of dysentery.
-- I know the gun eventually does go off, but I still don't know why and/or what dinner is.
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