Viking Burial

Viking Burial
An After the Apocalypse Story Read by Syvia Glory
“What do you need me to do?” Delores asked.
Jolene had provided Delores with a company-logo green sports shirt. Unisex. Small. And a fresh visor with the mermaid logo from the supply cabinet. And, finally, the ubiquitous green apron, which was the most identifiable part of the café uniform. You could be missing all the other bits, but if you had that apron, everyone knew you were there to make drinks and wait on customers.
Jolene wore it like a magic cape, like a standard of power and belonging. Now she tied the strings of…