Acupuncture After The Apocalypse

What I Did Next

I didn’t mean to leave you hanging, but I’m not proud of what I did next. The would-be Mayor is violent scum yet not unattractive. The fact Beefcake finds me desirable—well, it feels good to have someone hungry on me. That’s all I’m saying. I didn’t permit follow up to his come-on, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t indignantly shove him out of the truck, either.

Of course, the truck belongs to him, so.

Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.