All the attendees converged toward the brain bar, trying not to knock someone’s limb off.
“Hey, you attended Elvis’ talk on public sightings, right?” The woman remembered her neighbour because his left eyeball ruptured mid-talk. Not that she was in a position to complain; she hadn’t had a nose for two years.
“Yeah! When he sang about the stealth and disguise? Memorable!” They both took a step toward the bar. “Which company are you with?”
“The caterer actually. You?”
“Undead Recruitment Inc.”
A minute passed. They nodded to other attendees.
“Wanna share a surgeon’s brain with me? On the house!”
This is a drabble for this prompt.
Posted live from Toronto Pearson International Airport while I wait for my plane to Vancouver. And I’m travelling with my “Keep Calm and Kill Zombies” t-shirt so this may explain that. *laughs*