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title: Wallpaper
genre: prose
project:
title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
css: paul
order: 31
next:
- title: Punch
link: punch
- title: Window
link: window
previous:
- title: X-ray
link: x-ray
- title: Underwear
link: underwear
...
He didn't go back into the shed for a long time. His hatchet was in there,
and his axe. He didn't want to face them. His papers, he decided, could wait
in the top drawer for a while before being looked at again. The pain
medication made him loopy. He couldn't think as well as he was used to, which
wasn't well to begin with. Even saying his thoughts out loud, it was as
though they were on the TV in the next room. Someone was cheering. They had
just won a car.
His mother came in with lunch on a tray. It was hot tomato soup and a grilled
cheese sandwich. "What have you been doing all day" she asked "you haven't
just been staring at the wall have you?" He had been staring at the wall most
of the day. The wall without the window on it, with the woodgrain wallpaper.
"No" he said. "What have you been doing then" she asked setting the tray down
on his lap. He sat up and almost upset it, but she caught it before it
spilled anything. "Composing in my head" he lied. "A novel of my
experience."
"Do you really think anyone will want to read about you" she asked and walked
out of the room.
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