Monday, July 26, 2010

Bury Them Deep

Parker pushed his way into the red-tinged dimness of the smithy. "I'm lookin' for a Henry MacDougal," he called.

The blacksmith waved him back. He wielded a massive hammer, pounding heated rivets into an oblong box of cast iron.

"Horse threw a shoe," Parker said, when MacDougal approached, wiping sweat and soot from his face. Parker nodded at the forge. "Odd project."

"Coffin," MacDougal grunted.

"Most folks make 'em of pine wood."

MacDougal shrugged. "Round these parts, there's a need for something a mite stronger."

"Keeps graverobbers out?"

"Robbers out," said MacDougal, blinking his dark eyes, "and other things in."


Melanie said...

Oh, I like this one :)

The Words Crafter said...

That sounds like a basis for a much longer story....would love to hear it someday...

Scattercat said...

I tend to enjoy the setup for zombie stories more than the execution. The only zombie story I've ever really enjoyed is "The Walking Dead," the graphic novel series, which picks up some months after the apocalypse has receded to a festering simmer.

They make great video games, though.