"I create zombie novels," she said.
"That's great!" he enthused. "Zombie stories are really popular right now."
"No. You don't understand. I don't write books about zombies. I make zombie books!"
"Oh..." he replied. "Um... I guess I don't know what that means."
"Listen. Zombies are the living dead, right? Books are made from trees, which were once alive. Now they live again!"
"So, every book is a zombie, then?" he asked.
"No. Zombies also eat your brains." she reminded him.
"Er--"
"Here," she said, "Try this one!"
The book had a shrivelled, bluish-white cover. It was moaning softly.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
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