The tall, thin man was skulking along the dark street, breathing heavily not from exhaustion, but from fear. He turned up an unlit walk hoping to escape, or at least find someone to help him. Dashing up the tree lined dark alley, he reaches the blue house only to discover the home completely boarded up, with the boards blocking entrance the exact same shade of blue as the house itself.

Suddenly the house is lit up by hundreds of tiny lights, all aimed at him. He steps away until he is back against the house, the menace coming closer and closer, each light from each miner's cap, perched on the head of a rubber duckie.

9 July 2002