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| exercise in style -17 |
Queneau - French bloke, wrote a book, inspired me. I've explained it all here.
Day 17- Litotes.
It was about midnight I guess – we had been
to the pub; there were four of us.
It had been snowing; we were surprised, for
when we had gone into the pub the night had been cold but clear.
We saw the tracks in the snow and that’s
why we stopped, under the moonlight they looked so perfect we wanted to take
photos.
He must have made a sound, that’s why we
found him; maybe he cried, maybe he sighed.
In the quiet snow any sound would have
carried.
We had a blanket in the car by chance; we
covered him and called the cops.
We waited there until they came.
The lights were on in the house; the front
door was open.
We waited outside. No one spoke.
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