Week
... 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." |
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See the entire contest* (until washingtonpost.com moves the link--AGAIN) |
*Denotes external link. What--do we have to draw you a picture?