Zombie War

I opened the cash register again, counting out two dimes and a penny, pulling off his receipt. “Your change is twenty-one cents. I’m Devin. Have a nice day and come again!”

“I plan on it,” he said, sending a wave in my direction as he headed for the game machine. As the next customer, a balding man with a ruddy face, a large cup of coffee and a package of mini donuts hurried forward I was dimly aware of the possible double meaning in his words.

---------------------------------------------------------------This one-shot is dedicated to Devin.