A Matter Of Life And Death Or Something - Plot & Excerpts
Beckham it was a Saturday, and Max and Maxine and Simon and me all went on a trip. We woke up early and took Max and Maxine’s little green car and sped down the highway. Simon sat up front beside Maxine, who was driving. Uncle Max sat in the back seat with me, and me and him played a game where one person draws a scribble on a page, without thinking about it, and then the other person has to make a drawing out of it. The game was Max’s idea, and it was really fun. Uncle Max handed me back my sketchbook with the next scribble he’d just made. “Good luck with that one.” The scribble was one lonely line (that was the rules), but it zig-zagged and curved around and made all these pockets in between. It was a real mess of a scribble. I turned the page around to look at it from all angles. On one side, the top was pointy so I thought about making it into a NASA rocket, but it was too fat on the bottom. Then when I turned it another way, two of the points kind of made legs, or I could have made them into legs, I mean, except they were spread out legs at stupid angles.
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