Untrue Stories of Fiction

The Mummy sat in his rocking chair on the porch outside his crypt.  He loved talking about the old days.

“There was a time, when I was young, I didn’t walk slowly with my arms outstretched,” he told the reporter.  “I could run and tackle a guy.”

He grinned slyly and winked.  “And women didn’t always scream and run when I approached.”