Beefcake vanished. Over the weekend while I was out, sheets of plywood went up on the Omaha Steaks store windows. His vehicle hasn’t been in the parking lot since the election. His zombie posse is also missing.
With Beefcake out of the way, I feel a bit more secure about leaving. I celebrated his absence by buying a can of spray paint and stenciling a yin/yang symbol on the plywood. I passed out Dum-Dums to every zombie I passed on the street. And I bought two plane tickets to Recife, Brazil.
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.