tiny sketch no. 1

11 July 2009

While Peter was usually happy living beneath soaring buildings, under the tangles of pipes, and far below the subway, he definitely needed a holiday. The beach was was just what he required. Sunshine, watermelon and only the sound of waves. Soon he missed being inside, street meats, and the sound of a busy city above. So, he headed home with the best souvenir. It was free, and reminded him every few minutes of the beach.
It was a lovely sunburn. scratch. scratch.