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Welcome to Tales to Terrify. Good evening, children of the night. Come on into the cabin and get warm. I don't know about you,

but it's been a bit of a long day for me, so I've got a bit of coffee out with the usual refreshments

for the evening. Oh, it does taste burnt, doesn't it? Well, it might be appropriate for this night's

story. Stay tuned for that.

As I'm now known for pronouncing my love of zombies, I did receive a recommendation from a reader for a zombie book.

Listener Adam Hucker recommended Diana Rollins, My Life is a White Trash Zombie.

Due to some unexpected time off from the things I do with my daylight hours, I managed to

read the book in short order. Ms. Rowland gives the protagonist sentience an agency, which a zombie

purist may take offense at, perhaps claiming that makes the person a ghoul, not a zombie,

but I split no such rotted hairs. That difference does make it stand out,

and I have to say I did enjoy the book. I've put a link to the book's Amazon page, but do remember

that you can probably get the book easily from your local library. That's what I did. If you're

paying your taxes, use your library. You've paid for it. Anywho, onto tonight's fiction.

Our story tonight is brought to us by Simon Bestwick. Simon was born in Wolverhampton in the

1970s, but his family moved to Manchester when he was just two, and he's lived thereabouts

until just this past year, where he pulled up stakes and moved to Liverpool.

He has worked as an office worker, fast food operative, WP operator, training administrator, and call

center worker. Now he is self-employed doing what he loves, writing. He's published two novels,

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