Wednesday 18 November 2009

Excerpt #1

Tin soldiers in white uniforms, a thousand hands holding up a noble temptress. The sky once a checker board now turns to face the woman. It descends, more quickly now. The woman takes out her purse and the sky falls inside. She shuts her purse and another band of tin soldiers run to her to carry it for her. It precedes her as she travels further away. Sometimes she’ll stop and look back.

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