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BY AIMEE BENDER

I

One zombie met another zombie on the road

One zoo eat some people?

The second zo Then the second zo bite out of the first zombie&039;s head

He ate the first zombie over the course of a sunny July afternoon In a minipark, by a wooden bench Only one zo his fellow zoo after live blood, live hu on that which they did not have - the life force of a living being Dead people eating live, as opposed to live people eating dead Even plants, one reater culinary appeal to a zo zombie corpse But this was the latest zolitch in the reani of his fellow zorew He roared in the dappled light of the minipark He doubled into himself

After all, he had been dead, and then wasn&039;t dead, so he was already being overused as a couy decompose in peace

II

The salmon farm in Ketchikan, Alaska, ran out of funds They could not keep feeding their salmon brand-new fish food just made for salmons So they stirred leftover salood idea at the time: the salmon bits were free, because they were taken froh to package in tins and send to the humans But the salot sick When investigated, the farone under

In England, the cohen fed cow bits, becarass, not the boneot sick and died A sickness in the brain

III

My friend&039;s mother caet out much

My friend&039;s mother usually cooked for herself, but he orried about her, so all three of us were going out to a restaurant together She sat on the couch She was one of those people who did not lean back on couch cushions but sat up perched on the very edge In another life, she was surely a s down the sidewalk using a silver walker Then she turned to us, bright-eyed, in her scarf hat looked like hard-boiled eggs on it

So, she said What do ant for dinner?

My friend thought about it, tapping his fingers on the table But I couldn&039;t help cringing, over by the bookshelves A kind of thick, sludgy rage gargled throughrestaurants After ten, he trailed off

I don&039;t know, I said slohen they turned their heads to ht like Italian, she said cheerfully

But do you? I said Do you want Italian?

She looked at me, quizzical

Or are you, perhaps, a queen? I asked My friend shot her

A queen? she said I don&039;t understand If we don&039;t want Italian, what ry? Do we prefer French?

I ran out of the apart down the street I called her later to apologize I never asked what they ate

IV

There is a movie written by an unusual screenwriter from the final year of the previous millennium in which a portal opens in the city and people can slide down it and enter the brain of a famous actor It is a world unto itself Later in the movie, the famous actor himself finds the portal and slides down it and enters his own brain This causes such disruption in the systeets how to talk and they can only say his naain It is all they kno to say