Aisling Door

Change of Heart

Once there was a zombie. It used to be a man but it wasn’t anymore. Now its mouth couldn’t form words and its skin was rotting and so was its brain. It knew it had once been human but it couldn’t remember exactly what that meant, would only get flashes of pictures in its head like lightning — there one second but gone the next. It remembered a heart-shaped locket, a swing creaking on a sunny day. It remembered green lawns and tinkling laughter and something it thought was called a snowy ball fight.