PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Harold thought it was great that his friend Jimmy let him use his place in the Arizona desert while he had to stay in Phoenix. At sunset, it was still warm enough to relax in the pool with a drink, and in November, too.
“This is the life,” he said sipping at another bourbon. “At least while the food lasts.”
The emergency news channel was coming across his phone. The narrator was describing the vampire plague sweeping every populated area in the world.
“It’ll take ‘em a while to find me. After Jimmy turns, I wonder if he’ll come home?”
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