Neighbor Z
Teeth ripping through sinew and tender muscle.
Fingers separating flesh from bone.
The sound of flesh ripping and bones being sucked dry.
The Johnson's always have dinner together in their little suburban home. They're the picture of your perfect all American family; husband and wife, 3 kids, the family dog, and the 5 goldfish.
"How was work today dear," Mrs. Johnson asked her husband as she was cutting up her youngest's steak.
"Just another day at the office hon. Too much to do and never enough time to actually get it done," Mr. Johnson said as he placed a large scoop of mash potatoes on his plate.
Placing her napkin in her lap, "So have you met the new neighbors yet?"
"No, I didn't even knew there was anyone moving into that house across the way. It's been a while since anyone has lived in that place," he stated as he settled back in his chair. "I might have to go over there and introduce myself."
"That's a great idea honey. Maybe you and the husband have something in common," Mrs. Johnson said. "He seems like a really nice guy, just a little distracted or distant."
"Hmm," he said taking a sip from his Coke. Placing the glass back on the table, "So you got to at least meet him?"
She giggled a little, "I met the whole family just this morning as I was taking the kids to the bus stop. The wife is a homemaker who thought it would be a great idea to have a block party," she said putting ketchup on the edge of her plate, "and everyone bring one of their 'signature' dishes to share."
"That sounds like it'll be really fun for everyone." Raising his hand wavingly, "Before I forget, what's their name?"
"Oh, it's something foreign," she paused trying to think of something. "I think it's Austrian or something...
Zombienski."
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