When I was a kid, I was the remote. I had to actually get up and walk all the way to the TV to change the volume or channel. Or stop it from scrolling. Or adjust the antenna.

Uphill.

Both ways.

In snow so deep I couldn't see the ceiling.

Gnawing on my frozen lips for food.

Fighting cannibals and zombies for those lips.

And I didn't even mind most days.

The End.

Inspired by Neil Orts.

Copyright 2013, 2019 by Miles O'Neal, Round Rock, TX.