“Bah, I hate Zombies, they always make me go so woozy in the head”, he said to his fellow traveler. They were the only two on that dark moonless night on that road leading to the cemetery from the town.
“So do I, especially when Jim mixes them. He is such a novice at bartending. “
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This post has been written for Trifecta : Week Ninety Eight writing challenge where the post had to use the following definition of Zombie : a mixed drink made of several kinds of rum, liqueur and fruit juice.
Mahabore's Mumblings 
haha@Mahabore: had so much fun and joyful laugh reading it now:)
@Vishal, thank you 🙂
moonless night , cemetery and zombie made me scared, Jairam.
@Kalpana, that was the intention 🙂
Clever twist and short and sweet! I love it. Brilliant!
@Kathy, this was the result of a small spurt of inspired writing, that’s all 🙂 glad you liked it 😀
Well-written!
I would have enjoyed it MUCH more if I hadn’t already known about the Trifecta : Week Ninety Eight writing challenge. 😦
@Proactive Indian, thanks for the kind words 🙂
Wooziness is the reason why I don’t drink.
@Draug, 🙂
LOL 😆
@Greenboochi, well if I managed to achieve that feeling in you, then I have succeeded 😀
I really thought you were talking of real zombies and almost went wide-eyed! 😀
Haha! I love the clever play on definitions in such a short piece. Thanks for linking up.
@trifectawriting, thanks for the kind words, it is those creative prompts that you provide that bring out the creativity in me 🙂