... in which we asked you to come up with a line that we are unlikely to find in a future work of art, literature or journalism.
And the winner of the JFK painting:
In the next Anne Tyler novel: "His gat spit lead first, but it missed. He fell at my feet, something temporarily alive, his death rattle misting up my patent leather pumps."
See the entire contest*
(until washingtonpost.com moves the link--AGAIN)
*Denotes external link. What--do we have to draw you a picture?