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1950s: The Decade of Perfect Housewives, Cadillacs & Zombies
1950s: The Decade of Perfect Housewives, Cadillacs & Zombies
1950s: The Decade of Perfect Housewives, Cadillacs & Zombies
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1950s: The Decade of Perfect Housewives, Cadillacs & Zombies

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The 1950s was the perfect time to raise a family... it was also a period in which it was considered bad manners to talk about zombies. You just had to kill them and get on with your daily life.

From the author of "How to date a corpse" and the "Zac Zombie" series comes a new zombie tale.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherEduard Joseph
Release dateJun 17, 2014
ISBN9781310066948
1950s: The Decade of Perfect Housewives, Cadillacs & Zombies
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Eduard Joseph

Eduard Joseph lives in Cape Town South Africa and has been writing since a young age. His first book "Freaks want love too" was rejected by numerous publishers in 2005.In 2013 he decided to go the self-publishing route and his first novel hit online stores. It was a success on Amazon.com until it was removed by the author due to royalty issues.Eduard Joseph loves writing what's in his heart, and thus writes about anything from romance, comedy, horror and suspense.His latest novella, The Mandela Effect, tells the story about Stephen who unravels the biggest secret in human history and the truth behind false memories in a thrilling mystery setting.

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    1950s - Eduard Joseph

    1950s:

    The decade of perfect housewives, Cadillac’s and zombies

    By Eduard Joseph

    Published by Eduard Joseph

    Smashwords edition

    Copyright 2014 Eduard Joseph

    Front cover design by Eduard Joseph

    Facebook: www.facebook.com/EduardJoseph (click follow)

    This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are

    not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. Any resemblance to any person or

    persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

    All Rights Reserved

    The right of Eduard Joseph to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him under the South African Copyright Act of 1978 (as amended).

    PROLOGUE

    The 1950s was the perfect time to be alive. We were on the forefront of many wonderful inventions that would make our lives much easier, but it was also the decade that saw the last of chivalry and ladylike.

    It was a time when kids could still play in the parks after dark, without parents worrying about their children being kidnapped, murdered or molested by prying eyes from a park bench.

    Rock ‘n roll music was just being accepted by the masses and not seen as obscene music that influenced the minds of the youth, but opened them to new ways of thinking.

    It was the decade of picture perfect houses; houses with white picket fences bordering lush green gardens – with a mailbox keeping watch at the gate.

    Neighbours warmly greeted ‘hi neighbour’ when passing each other on the sidewalk. Yes, the 1950s was a perfect decade; the last decent decade before the world was ruined by the hippies of the 60s, the rockers of the 70s, the punksters of the 80s, the post-grunge losers of the 90s, and the obsceneness of the decades that followed.

    What made the 50s even more picture perfect was the fact that zombies were already amongst us, but it was considered bad manners to talk about the walking dead. You simply had to kill them and go on with your daily life.

    ONE

    The vinyl record player stood on a small table in front of the living room window and played opera music from an opera called El Le Femme Fleur Du Mal, which was one of Lucy’s favourite operas. Lucy sat on the couch putting the finishing touches on her needle-point work. It was a hobby she learned from her mother back in 1943 – a hobby which required a large amount of patience and preciseness.

    That was exactly what Lucy was – precise. She never missed an appointment, dinner was always served promptly at seven PM, her linen never had a single crease and her house was spotless.

    She was taught from a young age that anyone can be a woman, but not everyone can be a lady. Being a lady ran in her blood; it was part of her soul and what made her unique.

    Lucy’s hair was always a pristine vision one might expect in fashion magazines. Her snow white skin was a dramatic contrast with her charcoal black hair. Not only did she act like the perfect housewife, she looked the part as well.

    The telephone rang in the hallway and she got up. Lucy stared at her needle-point work for a moment with self-pride before putting it down on the couch. She straightened her dress and with perfect ladylike composure she walked towards the telephone.

    She put on her warmest smile and then picked up the telephone receiver.

    Monroe residence. Lucy announced.

    Lucy? the voice asked, It’s Samantha.

    Samantha was Lucy’s younger, more free-spirited sister and hardly ever telephoned unless she wanted something.

    Good morning, Samantha Lucy greeted warmly, To what do I owe the pleasure of your telephone call?

    I’m just calling to remind you of our tea appointment tomorrow. Samantha said.

    I have it diarized. Lucy said, I had to move a few things around and rescheduled my hair appointment to five o’clock this evening. I will make our appointment.

    Lucy’s sixteen year old daughter, Agnes, came rushing by. Annoyed at the interruption, Lucy covered the telephone receiver with one hand.

    Agnes. Lucy insisted in a hushed tone, Manners! Can’t you see I am in the middle of a telephone conversation? You’re being rude.

    Sorry mother. Agnes said sincere.

    Are you still there? Samantha asked.

    Give me one moment. Lucy said into the receiver and then covered it again.

    Agnes, Lucy asked,

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