Tiernan Douieb

  • Tiernan Douieb

He knew they were trying to avoid looking. Idiots. Forced against each other, bodies askew in uncomfortable twistings, germs and odours flying free. Programmed to believe they have to be part of this endless, pointless cycle as it wears away at them. Day in, day out. Not him though. No. He’d soon be gone and the thought of escape resonated, all-encompassing until it boomed out as thick uncontrollable belly cackles. Loud and jolting, he felt the dawn zombies shuffle with unease. A frowning coat muffled excuse me as it tried to squeeze past. But all he could do was laugh.

Seed by Tiernan Douieb. Image by Leo Berne.