What can I tell you? This is the greatest job.

Herding the tours onto the bus is less than spectacular, I suppose. Every group seems to have one particularly large, aggressive guy who had beer for lunch. The Family Units are all right, as long as their kids don’t scream too much.

But the pay is sweet, fifty grand per load, and it’s easy enough to drive another group out to the desert and have another “breakdown.”

You’d think they’d catch on, just from the name. “Tour Beautiful Fly Canyon.” Flies and the undead go together like helpless and tourist.

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100 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:


35 thoughts on “Queued”

    1. Well, more like a cattle call, I’d say. I figure undead probably have a bit of money to throw around, six hundred years of investments will do that. Why do your own hunting when you can hire help?

  1. I knew something was villainous when I read the money he’s paid. From these stories, the world must be full of the undead. If I was him, I’d quit while I was alive. I doubt you retire from that job. Well done, Dave. 🙂 — Suzanne

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