The Day of the Dread

In which there may or may not be a bit of subterfuge… Photo from the Author’s personal archives, details to follow. Click here to read this story from the beginning… Tupper Ware hit a button on her phone and slipped it into one of her designer, gin-scented pockets, then turned to her friend, Plexi Glass, and her lover, Tinted Glass. “Okay, here’s the deal. Apparently, the only way we can get a software update for Tinted’s undead status is to go find some woman named Granny Mae in Gravy Bucket, Oklahoma.” Plexi: “Oklahoma? I’d rather die first.” Tinted: “And I already did. I don’t think I can handle doing it again.” Plexi: “Can’t we just call her?” Tupper: “Oh. I didn’t really think of that.” Tupper’s gin-scented phone began ringing. She spent a few minutes figuring out which pocket she had put her phone in, despite having just done so mere seconds ago and the helpfulness of the audible sounds that should have served as a tracking device. (Tupper drinks a little, as has been…

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