Book Excerpt for the Day

    ...anything else was so small and trivial it didn't merit attention, except as a component of the most beautiful day either of them could remember.

    "It's so normal," she said at last.  "That's why it's so special."

    At which point an engine revved wildly in one of the buildings.  They turned to look, and saw an elderly Ford Cortina, draped in cobwebs and plastered with mud and straw, burst through the side of a long, wooden shed, scattering splinters of plank and weatherboard like confetti.  It raced across the yard, swerved to avoid a parked tractor, scrunched its offside wing against a wall, backed up, hit the corner of a barn and stalled.

    It appeared to be being driven by chickens.


(from Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Sausages, by Tom Holt)


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