She was sitting on the floor naked, in a skitter of green bills. Beyond her was the custodian, still simpering in death. She was scooping up handfuls of the green money and dropping it on top of her head so that it came sliding down the cream-coloured hair. She was making a noise i never heard come out of a human being.
Elliot Chaze
Black Wings Has My Angel
1953
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