The Memory Bag

Best not to draw anything out

The strangest bit, at first anyway, was how the wall soaked up the day. Not just the light, mind you. The whole day. A great sheet of blank film, it greedily sucked in blue sky, green trees, red and yellow signage, and the rush hour rainbow of passing pedestrians and vehicles. The wall’s white expanse was an undeveloped portrait of the city. Until the girl appeared.

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