I pulled a couple of quotes from the short story and drew them using a fine permanent marker and tinted with black coffee. The pot of coffee that I brewed while reading today's story was very strong, to the point where a mug filled one-third with milk and two-thirds coffee was still of a dark almondy hue.
The drawings (or perhaps "scribbles" would be more in tune with what they are) depict a vehicle, which, mark my words, I am fully aware is not what the story was describing. I just thought a car of the automobile sort was easier for my (low) skill level to draw. If you're at all bothered by that, I ask that you do not argue with me, because I've now given you my reasoning for why the drawings look as they do.
"I also secured in the car a pair of pigeons and a cat." (p. 7)
"The balloon at first collapsed, then furiously expanded, then whirred round and round with sickening velocity, and finally, reeling and staggering like a drunked man, hurled me over the rim of the car, and left me dangling, at a terrific height, with my head downward and my face outward, by a piece of slender cord about three feet in length, which hung accidentally through a crevice near the bottom of the wickerwork, and in which, as I fell, my left foot became most providentially entangled." (p. 8)
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See you tomorrow.
JM
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