| Unless, that was, you happened
to be a guy like... 448 |
[Feb. 13th, 2010|04:06 am] |
Unless, that was, you happened
to be a guy like Edgar Freemantle, who had done
little more than doodle until an accident on a
building site had taken his arm, crushed his skull,
and nearly ended his life
She had drawn fieldsA gigantic
black face, round as a basketball, with a smiling
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red mouth - probably Melda the housekeeper,
although this Melda looked like an overgrown child
in extreme close-upThen more animals - raccoons,
a turtle, a deer, a bobcat - that were naturally
sized, but walking on the Gulf or flying through
the airI found a heron, executed in perfect
detail, standing on the balcony railing of the
house she had grown up inDirectly below it was
another watercolor of the same bird, only this
time it was hovering upside-down over the swimming
poolThe gimlet eyes staring out of the picture
were the same shade as the pool |
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