“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…

April — 28 Exquisite Corpse

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