Jen’s nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air. She eyed Eric, who slouched easily in the chair next to her. “How long are we staying here?”
“We just got here.”
She wrinkled her nose again. “I know, but…”
Eric shaded his eyes as he looked east toward the low-hanging sun. Then he pointed toward the waves, breaking the emptiness of the cool air with their lazy susurration. “It’s beautiful. Enjoy it.”
“But there’s so much to do.”
“And we’ve got all day to do it. Relax.”
Jen drummed her fingers on the armrest of her lounge chair. “How about I head back to the hotel and catch up with you later?”
Eric gave a little hmph. “What are you going to do there that you can’t do here?”
“Enjoy myself.” She wrinkled her nose again. “Besides, something seems a little off…”
“It’s fine. Everything’s fine. And you’ll be fine too, if you just relax and enjoy yourself.”
Jen straightened in her chair. “First of all, I will not be fine. And second of all, everything is not fine.” She inhaled deeply, then starting coughing. “Ugh. Eric you can’t tell me that you don’t smell…”
“Jeez, Jen. I have everything under control, you know.”
“I don’t see that you do.”
Eric gestured for her to stop.
“Shh.” With one finger raised in caution, Eric reached down toward the sand with his other hand, and slowly raised a book of matches. He lit it, whirled, and threw. Jen turned just in time to see the rotting zombie behind her fall to its knees, burning to oblivion.
Eric turned around, slouching easily once again as he watched the waves. “I’m not letting zombies ruin my vacation.”
Jen slumped, arms crossed. “We’re never going to get off the beach,” she muttered.
Copyright (c) 2011 by Michele Chiappetta. All rights reserved.