The Lot

by Snyder, Clayton

  As for Cora, she'd decided to move in with me until she could find something more accommodating. She still had trust issues with the Church, anyway, and a little bit with us monsters. I didn't push the issue. She hadn't shot me in a month, I didn't try to eat her or feed her to an amorphous blob of hatred.

  We sat on my back porch, looking out at the trees as they waved in the wind. My wounds had been healing nicely. She looked at me, beer in hand.

  "What now?" She asked.

  I shrugged, and in the living room, my phone rang.

  "Anything's possible." I said.