The wall.

Posted: July 26, 2010 in Fiction, Snippets
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Tall Boy was deep inside his own head, standing and staring up at the skeleton of the mural with a can of cream paint in one hand and his hip in the other. He was contemplating techniques for reproducing lunar craters in trompe l’oeil when an unknown hand came down heavily on his shoulder and swung him around.

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