Carl liked people. That wasn’t his problem.
Carl liked puppies. That wasn’t his problem, either.
Carl liked kittens, too. That also wasn’t his problem.
Carl liked people, puppies, and kittens -best of all- when they were cadavers. Yes, that was Carl’s problem.
Written for Deb’s 42-word prompt, inspired by Charlescot: Zombie.
©2020 Chel Owens
Chel Owens 
Carl wasn’t exactly the life of the party, eh? 🤣
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Oooh! Snap! 😀
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terrific, taut tale tastelessly told 🙂
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Tanks! 😀
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Carls dead inside.
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😀 😀 😀 Yes, he is.
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Please tell me he worked at the mortuary or at the very least was a stoker at the crematorium. 🤯
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Wherever he works, I’m sure his coworkers find him creepy.
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Brilliant, Chelsea. That is a problem, maybe not for Carl so much as for others.
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😀 He’s got all kinds of problems.
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He sure has. 🙂
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YOU should enter the 42 word challenge, Chelsea…
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Awww, thanks. I *think* I have.
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Hmmm… That is a problem, now isn’t it?
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Poor Carl.
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THAT was f***ed up 😁
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😀 I blame the prompt.
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lol
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Sounds logical to me, each to their own tribe. Trust you are well, Chelsea.
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Len!!!!! Fantastic to hear from you!
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Sounds like a personal problem.
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No way. It’s everybody else’s problem.
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