Online short fiction for your reading pleasure

I just finished reading a short story online. Normally, reading fiction on a computer screen doesn’t really do it for me, but this was short enough that it wasn’t difficult. And it’s a pretty good short story, too.

It’s post-apocalyptic, and it’s post-modern, so it pushed two of my biggest buttons. Loved it.

It’s called “Tupac Shakur and the End of the World” and it’s by Sandra McDonald. Here’s the start:

The worst part – well, one of the worst parts, disregarding the collapse of modern civilization – is that it was my own stupid choice to leave Florida in the first place, and here I am spending my last days trying to get back there. I don’t have the Creep yet but let’s not pretend I’m special or mysteriously immune. I’m not the plucky heroine of a summer blockbuster who will find true love (shaggy-haired Brendan Fraser would be nice, or Daniel Craig with his icy blue eyes) and then become matriarch of a community of ragtag survivors. I’m just me – Susan Donoghue, thirty-one, former textbook writer, currently hiking down I-95 in North Carolina armed with a .45 handgun, pepper spray, and a hunting knife. I won’t let anyone touch me.

Let’s not pretend, either, that I’m on anything but a fool’s errand. My sister Marie, her husband Mike, and my baby niece Monica are probably already dead. The best I’ll be able to do is bury them. Take their hardened, Creepified bodies and put them in the dirt, then drop down beside them.