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authorCase Duckworth2015-02-09 12:04:05 -0700
committerCase Duckworth2015-02-09 12:04:05 -0700
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2title: Wallpaper
3genre: prose
4
5project:
6 title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
7 css: paul
8 order: 31
9 next:
10 - title: Punch
11 link: punch
12 - title: Window
13 link: window
14 previous:
15 - title: X-ray
16 link: x-ray
17 - title: Underwear
18 link: underwear
19...
20
21
22He didn't go back into the shed for a long time. His hatchet was in there,
23and his axe. He didn't want to face them. His papers, he decided, could wait
24in the top drawer for a while before being looked at again. The pain
25medication made him loopy. He couldn't think as well as he was used to, which
26wasn't well to begin with. Even saying his thoughts out loud, it was as
27though they were on the TV in the next room. Someone was cheering. They had
28just won a car.
29
30His mother came in with lunch on a tray. It was hot tomato soup and a grilled
31cheese sandwich. "What have you been doing all day" she asked "you haven't
32just been staring at the wall have you?" He had been staring at the wall most
33of the day. The wall without the window on it, with the woodgrain wallpaper.
34"No" he said. "What have you been doing then" she asked setting the tray down
35on his lap. He sat up and almost upset it, but she caught it before it
36spilled anything. "Composing in my head" he lied. "A novel of my
37experience."
38
39"Do you really think anyone will want to read about you" she asked and walked
40out of the room.