Very Short Story: My Ghoulfriend


Aaron looked to the pale girl beside him during the commercial break. “I didn’t think zombies would like cereal.”

“I’m a ghoul,” Tabitha said munching Fruity Pebbles.

The boy shrugged slurping rainbow-colored milk. “There’s a difference?”

“I’m alive.”


“Zombies crave living flesh,” the child continued, flicking a piece of red cereal off her black, too-big Ramones t-shirt. “If I eat meat it has to be carrion. Or I throw-up.”

“You eat dead things?” he asked.

“You eat hamburgers. Same diff, mostly.”

“But you don’t like, eat, people… right?”

Tabitha brushed a stray black hair from her face. “You worried?”

He stopped, mid-crunch of his Fruity Pebbles, as she clicked teeth at him.

“No, we don’t eat people,” she finally smirked. “That’d be wrong and rude.”

Aaron lowered his bowl. “Okay. Cool.”

“We just can’t eat meat that’s raw or cooked, that’s all.”

He nodded as The Wuzzles returned to Saturday morning TV. “I get it. It’s like, just one part of your complete and healthy breakfast.”

“I guess,” she shrugged.

“Best day after Halloween ever,” Aaron said as they watched the cartoon. “I’m glad you came over.”

Tabitha nodded. “But what about Mrs. Collins?”

“She’s a vampire?”


“And they are bad, right?”


“We’re gonna have to steak our math teacher, Tabs.”



Copyright © 2019 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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