A book

Oliver wanted to read a book. But he’d forgotten how. He picked one up. He looked at. He frowned at it. He moved it up to his face. He kissed it. He cried on it. He pushed it through his eyes and into his brain and out of the back of his skull. He gave it 3 stars on Amazon.

© Carl Burkitt 2016

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