The other day I was over to the house and he said “I’m writing a zombie story.”
“You don’t know anything about zombies,” I said.
“Sure I do. I’ve been watching that story, “The Walkers Led” on TV. It tells you everything you need to know.”
“The Walking Dead,” you idiot. You can’t even get the name right. How can you remember anything about zombies?”
“They walk real slow, like this.”
“Nice. Nice memory. Good job.”
“Want me to read you my story?”
“You already have a story?”
“No just the first few lines but they’re killer. It’s called Zombies.”
“Very original. Go ahead. I’ll listen.”
“OK, here goes; “Go out and get the paper would you Hon? I saw the boy ride by. It’s probably in the bushes.”
“Will do Hon,” the old man shuffles to the front door and opens it. He goes outside and wet noises ensue.
He comes back inside and the old woman says, “Where’s the paper?”
“The morning paper I sent you outside to get.”
“I must have forgotten, but wait till I shuffle a little closer and I’ll give you the morning news.” Screams ensue.
“That’s it so far.”
“Sounds like a winner to me.”
“My opinion exactly.”