First Lines, 11/18/17
First lines of the novel I was too distracted to write today:
"He painted, in the basement, as Ravel's 'Bolero' played loudly.
He slammed his brush against the canvas as his neighbor stomped upstairs, inadvertently keeping time with the cadence of the masterpiece.
The suffering Keith had endured found its way onto the canvas.
Outside his studio, she knocked loudly on the door.
No one answered."
— Damien Willis
November 18, 2017
