a walkin’ zombie…

he’s home…

home…

yeah…got in ’round ten o’clock…had the porch light on like I do every night…sat here in the front room waitin’ on him like I do every night..and…he just appeared…didn’t even knock on the door…just walked right in…like nothin’s transpired over the last month…like he was comin’ home from work…

did’ya ask him where he’d been…

no…I could tell he didn’t want to talk…real silent…like he’d seen somethin’…a ghost…somethin’ spooked him… I could tell…he just sat there in the Lazy-boy not sayin’ a word…quiet as can be…didn’t ask how I was…or how anybody was…didn’t look in the refrigerator for a beer…had nothin’ to eat…just sat there like he was worn out and tired from somethin’ horrific…

didn’t say a word huh…nothin’…

nothin’…tried to look in his eyes…couldn’t get a read on him…his hands were tremblin’ just a bit…hair was all messed up…came back with nothin’…nothin’ but the shirt on his back…boots had seen better days…had holes in the bottoms of ’em…saw ’em when he put his feet up on the stool. those soles were thin…

my oh my…nothin’ to say…that’s a first…

ain’t it though…’fore he left he’d talk a mile a minute…tell ya all sorts of things ’bout his life…plans he had…girlfriends…talk all kinds of sports…tell ya ’bout some buck he’d shot last Fall…but no…nothin’….somethin’ tells me he’s gonna be like this for awhile…somethin’ happened to him out there…he might not ever be the same…

thnk maybe he needs some help…

what kinda help…

professional help…check and see if his head’s on right…

he might…he just might…never seen him like this ‘fore…a walkin’ zombie…that’s what he is…a walkin’ zombie…

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