I have just seen a Zombie walk past my house. The human variety. Remember humans? Tall and thin, slouched shoulders, bag slung over his shoulder, wearing shorts and t shirt. He was looking at the ground, muttering away to himself, as he shuffled along. A strange sight, someone so young with such a poor posture, leaning forward, in his own little world, oblivious to anything going on around him. He might as well have been a robot. Maybe they could get robots to deliver daily newspapers, I'm surprised that anyone still buys them.
The Zombie was wired up to an electronic gadget, the giveaway is the wires connected to his ears. It's eight o clock on a very pleasant summer morning, the birds are twittering, all is calm and peaceful. The Zombie is somewhere else. His shell is shuffling along the street outside my house, but there is no sign of his brain, that is on another planet maybe.
Perhaps he is checking in to Zombie control, getting his instructions for the day, checking the timetable, when to meet up with other Zombies. They are everywhere, they have their own language, it's secret.
One day Zombies will rule the world. They will multiply. Little Zombies will be taught the secret Zombie language, they too will become indoctrinated into the clan. As soon as they are able to make a sound, their heads will be wired up to communicate with other Zombies.
When my body has departed this life I would like to come back, and float through the sky and look down on these Zombies. Curious to see how different things are.
Crafty Club this morning. Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip. ilona