Bones studded the earth like scattered flowers. It had plowed up the red earth and found a boneyard. The next photo showed that someone had tried to carefully scrape away the dirt, showing the splintered coffin and bones to one side of the coffin. A skeletal hand reached out of the raw earth. The first picture was of a hill that had been scraped open, probably by a bulldozer. I stared at a series of 8-by-10 glossy blowups spread across my desktop. I huddled over my coffee mug, drinking it as black as I could swallow it. Bert, my boss, didn't like us wearing black to work, but if I had to be at the office at seven o'clock without any sleep at all, he would just have to live with it. I put it back on over a black blouse, black skirt, dark hose, and black pumps. The only thing not ruined was the charcoal grey suit jacket that had been in the car. I finally caught the damn thing, but the blouse was ruined. It did the little headless chicken dance and sprayed both of us with blood. Larry Kirkland, zombie-raiser in training, had dropped the decapitated bird. " I'd started work last night with a green blouse on, but I'd gotten blood all over it from a beheaded chicken. Patrick's Day, and the only green I was wearing was a button that read, "Pinch me and you're dead meat.
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