Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that someone had stopped on the sidewalk to look at me. I turned to see that it was a zombie. So that was the source of the bad smell. The zombie cocked their head to one side, their rotting face making an approximation of curiosity.
“Sorry, this is just a garden,” I told them. The zombie nodded slowly, then turned and lurched away down the sidewalk …
Bio:
Bear Spry is a queer, non-binary writer at the very beginning of their writing career. This is their first publication, and they are extremely excited. Bear is a student at the University of Victoria studying software engineering.