Fragments of Noir
Hopperesque
Tuesday, 23 October 2012
Empty Noir
The emptiness of the closet was like a face grinning at him. And then he saw another slip of paper, also hooked to a hanger. He took it off and read it in a hissing whisper. It was only three words, the middle word her favourite verb.
David Goodis
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