Hopperesque
Saturday, 31 January 2015
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Dry and Dead
His hair was brown, and dry and dead, blowing around his head like a poor toupee about to fly loose. His face was a chipped chunk of concrete, with eyes of flawed onyx. His mouth was a quick stroke, bloodless. His suit coat fluttered behind him, and his arms swung easily as he walked.
The Hunter
Richard Stark
1962
Monday, 26 January 2015
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