This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.
Someone was knocking at the front door. He rose like a zombie to answer the summons. His feet moved without any direction from him. Until recently Carole would handle any interruptions from their quiet life. Until today.
Her fever had approached dangerous levels two days ago. Then came the lost of her taste buds. That was a devastating blow to her ego. She basked in the comments of her guests after one of her fantastic dinners.
It was their neighbor Mel.
“Where’s Carole”, he asked