alfie lee writing

 
FOG
(stolen between the deaths of Doris and Heather
from D. Mazzucchelli and F. Miller)



DEAD.                                 


FOOT-                                 
STEPS--                               


--OUTSIDE.                         


GIVE IT UP, MANNY!         
YOU CAN'T RUN--              


--AND THE FOG                 
WON'T HIDE YOU…           
NOT FROM ME!                  


CHEEZ…                             
WHO IS THAT?                   


PUT DOWN                         
THE GUN.                            


BLAM!                                 


BLAM!                                 


BLAM!                                 


BLAM!
                                 


UNGPH...                              



THEN--                                                        


HERE HE IS… JUST LIKE    
THE PHONE CALLER SAID.


WE BETTER GET                 
AN AMBULANCE.                
FEEL'S LIKE HIS                 
JAW'S BROKEN.                  



AT THAT MOMENT--                                  


R-RING!                               



                                                               

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