<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Zombie on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/zombie/</link><description>Recent content in Zombie on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/zombie/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Gardeners</title><link>/stories/2014/10/30/the-gardeners/</link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/10/30/the-gardeners/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The seeds arrived in an ordinary padded envelope. Debbie poured them out onto the kitchen table. She counted them: a dozen, no, only eight, dark green beans. “I’ve been stiffed. There were supposed to be twelve,” she said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Elizabeth sighed. “How much did you pay for this junk, anyway?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Debbie furrowed her brow and squeezed her lips tight together, peering angrily at the beans as if she could will another four into existence. She snatched up the envelope and peered inside it. “Lizzie, Lizzie? What do you mean pay? I got them from Kevin. I didn’t pay him anything.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>