About this story
You draw the town's money as a chalk oblong on the painting shop wall until Crass orders it scrubbed before Hunter sees it. Fever brings the dream of Mugsborough mended, the dinner pail under museum glass, and waking to three written pages. Slyme calls with bananas. Forty-eight chapters carry the chalk to a printed book at the bakehouse door.
How it opens
Noon reached the old three-storey house through dust rather than daylight.
Scrapers rasped upstairs while hammers answered from rooms stripped to brick.
Down tools. Dinner starts now and ends when I blow again.
SawkinsThis tea has colour, but I would not accuse it of strength.
Choose
The boy did not choose what went into the pail.
If you dislike it, argue with the man who holds the money.