“Ask me a riddle,” Blaine invited.
(first line from Stephen King’s Wizard and Glass.)
Today’s story is inspired by nothing more than the title: Exquisite Corpse. For no particular reason, I woke up this morning with this title in my head. (The term exquisite corpse refers to a collective poem or work of art, made by several people.)
I also woke up with the idea of a ghost, or zombie that comes back from the dead to turn in his master thesis. Something about the constant confusion and oppression of writing a seemingly interminable thesis strikes me as Kafka-esque, so that’s probably why Franz makes an appearance here.
Only two more days to go…