Ellie Warburton had ridden the same Washington D.C. city bus for decades. Normally very quiet, when she entered her eighties she became more opinionated and outspoken.
The bus stopped. Five zombies paid their fare and took their seats. It stopped three blocks later and six politicians entered. Most of them paid. Hoards of other politicians got on, some entering in the back to avoid paying a fare. Finally, two more zombies got on and paid their fares.
When the last zombies took their seats, Ellie leaned towards the bus driver. “I hate it when those rotten people get on the bus. They stink!”
The bus driver took the high road. “Things could be worse, you know. The zombie outbreak back in 2032 wasn’t as bad as anyone imagined. With regular injections, zombies are perfectly functional members of society. The smell takes some getting used to but, like I said, it could be worse.”
Ellie grimaced. “I wasn’t talking about the zombies.”
Written for: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2017/08/11/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2017-week-31/