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Expert Professor François Truffelle has died today, during interview, live on TV, after the bookcase situated in the background collapsed on top of him. Paramedics arrived, shortly after the newscaster leading the questions, contacted emergency services. Professor Truffelle was pronounced dead at the scene of the incident, with Victor Hugo’s expansive classic Les Misérables, cited as the most likely cause of death: by crushed skull.
Ralph (7 1/2), the professor’s Vizsla dog, commented, “It was either that, or War and Peace. I’d warned him about the perils associated with pulling books halfway out of a shelf, just to show-off and infer a level of culture assumed as missing from the masses. In this case, the viewers.”

By all accounts, it seems unwittingly, the professor destabilised the book shelf and brought about his own downfall. The fashionably attired Parisian city police are treating the incident as highly non-suspicious, closing the case a few minutes ago. Asked to quote, Police Commissionaire Clément Culottes said, “We’ll suggest a minor, heavily-localised and concentrated earthquake as likely cause of death, to spare the feelings of his family and friends you understand? Naturally, do not quote me on that.”

Me, Zombie. (flash fiction)

Short or long, no concept of time passing exists. My clothes hang in rags, torn and bloodied, dragged across the ground as I shuffle, limbs jerking.

Oh! How my stomach aches, with no sight of food for days now. I am driven by an insatiable hunger.

Eyes bulge with fear, people turn, run. I call after them with a rasping groan caught in my throat. Despite how hard I try, words fail me.

Who approaches? I lunge forward, grasp and miss. I see a baseball bat cut through the air. Time momentarily returns, as the strike makes contact with my head.