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Sympathy for Zombies [MultiFormat]
eBook by John Gregory Betancourt
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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description:  She came to the island to forget her ex-husband after a messy divorce, never guessing that he would follow ... with a voodoo revenge on his mind! [This short fiction piece is also available in the collection: Sympathy for Monsters]
eBook Publisher: Wildside Press, Published: Weird Tales, 2000
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2002
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [33 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [78 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [5 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [234 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [4 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [91 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [74 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [65 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [90 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [3 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [5 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [68 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [11 KB]
Words: 1110
Reading time: 3-4 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
In "Sympathy For Zombies," John Gregory Betancourt shows his readers that sometimes the best laid plans can backfire in strange and unintended ways. A man's plan for revenge against the woman who dumped him blows up in his face--with chilling consequences. A short but suspenseful story, "Sympathy for Zombies" was a quick and enjoyable read for me. -Tammy Cravit, Fictionwise Recommender
Heat rose off the glistening white sand in shimmering waves. In the sparkling blue "Pirate's Lagoon," as the Côte D'Argent Hotel proclaimed it, swimmers frolicked; farther out, jetskis and sailboards cut white-frothed paths across the water.
"Take another drink, Miss." Julie Novelle turned her head. A cabana boy, maybe eleven or twelve, dressed in the hotel uniform of khaki shorts and shirt, offered her a fresh strawberry daiquiri. She accepted the glass. "Drink it, Miss," the boy said. Julie sipped the cool, soothing daiquiri. Heat shimmered across the beautiful white sand. Far off, happy couples laughed and frolicked in the low surf.
* * * *She hadn't been wild about a vacation in the Caribbean at first. But she'd just come through a rather messy divorce--thank God there weren't any kids--and after the judge had awarded her custody of their house in the Hamptons, both Jaguars, and most of the money in their accounts, Tom had walked up with a pasty smile on his face and handed her a white envelope."Just to show there aren't any hard feelings," he said. "I need a vacation, and I want to make sure we don't bump into each other. Let's get on with our lives, okay?" Then he'd walked away. Julie looked inside the envelope. It held a plane ticket to a Caribbean singles resort, plus other receipts. Everything had been paid for in advance, she realized. He'd always been like that. Generous at the wrong times. She felt her heart soften, as it often had during their separation, but then she remembered his moodiness, his childlike tantrums, and everything else that had driven a wedge between them. Then she'd steeled herself. But she'd tucked the ticket into her purse. She could always cash it in, she told herself. But somehow, she'd decided to go. They had always talked about a vacation in the Caribbean, after all. It had been a personal fantasy. And with the trip paid for ... why not? * * * *Julie sipped her drink and stared across the ocean. The water here was so blue, you could lose yourself in its depths. She'd gone swimming the first few days, and dancing, and partying. She'd joined other singles for the Recreational Director's planned jaunts. It had been fun. Everything here had been fun.The best part had been the trip out to see Queen Jamorah, the Voodoo Priestess. They had gone late at night in a tour bus. Queen Jamorah lived in a shack in the middle of dense jungle. One by one the other tourists pushed aside a bead curtain and ventured in. A few minutes later they emerged with knowing smirks or nervous grins. Julie went last. When her eyes grew accustomed to the near darkness, she saw an old, wrinkled woman holding a rooster's claw and wearing a feathered headdress. "You are called Julie," the old woman intoned. "That's right," Julie said. "I have a message," she said, "from one who is dead to you." This was getting interesting, Julie thought. She leaned forward. "Yes?" she whispered, intrigued. With a quick motion of her hand, the old woman threw something dry and dusty in Julie's face. It burned Julie's eyes and stung her throat; coughing and wheezing, she reeled back. "Revenge," said the old woman, "has been paid for."
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