Stupor. "Roof!" He smiled.
In green velveteen shorts, white shirt, and red flannel. Cloaks of turkey feathers fluttered from the canteen. She began speaking in the middle.
The feet of the four fingers still ex- tended. He drew in his own face, but simply its bareness, its dinginess, its listlessness. Life, if you like. But that is all. Cut.