Tape Recorder

L.A. Zimmerman
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We listen to the hum and buzz of it. The whorl of the hissing black film. The click and clack. We hear a voice we never heard before taping itself. Hello, it says. Hello, we say.
It tells us the story of a general who murdered his enemy’s infant child. It tells us that Sunday is the best day to take a walk through Central Park. It tells us to change at exactly this time. To bathe at exactly this time. It stops itself and makes a robot voice. Its joking, of course, in a self- deprecating manner.
It is a tape recorder after all.

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L.A. Zimmerman is currently eating a bowl of chili and deciding what to put on his bio. He’s decided that his bio looks a lot like a map of Northern Ohio. He’s decided to make NANO Fiction the capital of Ohio mostly because they’ve decided to publish a piece of his which L.A. thinks is very kind and wonderful.