Back in Black: Fantasy/Horror

She was wondering what to make for dinner when she heard the radio talking about a zombie outbreak 20 miles south of her town, and suddenly deciding between pot roast and spaghetti with meatballs just didn't seem that important. Neither did the dirty kitchen floor, or the unfolded laundry, or that annoying bitch at the PTA meetings. A great many of the things that she'd let build up around her like a coral reef suddenly didn't matter anymore. She picked up her cellphone and dialed her husband's number. When he answered, she just said, "Did you see the news?" When he said yes, she told him, "You'll have to pick up the kids from school, and you're on your own for dinner. Maybe longer. I'll try to call, if rioters haven't knocked down the cell towers by now. Or if survivors didn't try to climb them and the zombies knocked them over." She hung up without waiting for him to answer, and went up to the attic, to her cedar chest. Underneath blankets and her wedding dress, she found her black leather pants, bodice, gloves, jacket, and wide choker. They still fit--barely, and thank goodness for that kettleball class--though she felt half-ridiculous wearing them. The other half of her surged forward, victorious, elated, and ready to kick ass.


Inspiration: AC/DC "Back in Black"
Story Potential: High?
Notes: It's a good sign that I felt compelled to keep writing past the two minutes, until I got a bit more done. This can be ass-kicking and still speak to that part of most women that misses the things they had to give up for husband or family. Even the happiest woman will be wistful now and again. (Kettleballs thanks to Opheliac9.) And yeah, she's about to go fire up her old motorcycle.