Greg X. Graves is a splendiferous author who has penned the most amusing Bears, Recycling and Confusing Time Paradoxes, a darkly funny Aesop’s Fables.
If you haven’t read any of Greg’s work, you should do it now. Right now. Go on. I’m waiting.
Okay. Now on to my real news of the day.
Today — just to be crazy! — I’ve posted a friday flash over on Greg’s blog. I’ve tried to emulate his quasi-ridiculous style, and the story starts with:
“It’s definitely infected,” the man said, cradling his arm to his chest. He traced the edges of the bite mark with his fingers, scowling at the briefcase by his feet. “Damn zombies.”
Dr Graves coughed politely so that he didn’t have to respond. He adjusted his spectacles and stared at the single piece of paper on his desk, wishing there were more so that he could flip through them professionally. It’s what doctors were good at: flipping through paper.