"What line?" replied Roth.
"That one, there!" I nodded my head in the direction of an empty area of wooden floor. It was quite dusty, as though the building had been abandoned for years.
"There isn't a line there. I'm puzzled. Should there be?"
"We're early. It's not there yet..."
We weren't, as it happens, all that early. As we watched a chalk line appeared and slowly sketched out an intricate shape on the floor.
"I agree," agreed Roth, "Hey, it's the outline of a body! Like at a crime scene!"
"Ex-police artist."
"Why can't we see him?"
"Ex. He's dead. The police don't often employ ghosts. I think they are prejudiced."
We watched for a while.
"Do you think the body really did have two heads and three arms?" enquired Roth.
"I think he drew the way he felt."
oooh... i can't wait to see who dusts for prints...
ReplyDeleteHey Matey! I do like to see an artist express himself. Or herself. Or bothself. We should get another police car; they confiscated the last one far too quickly. Roth
ReplyDeleteI feel quite sorry for him, stuck there all alone, night after night drawing dead people.
ReplyDeleteDare to step over the line! Then again, not a good idea if you happen to have two heads and three arms.
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