Rob, a few hours back, had sat himself down with a bag of Jalapeño & Cheddar Doritos, a few cold cans of what was once Dr. Skipper, and a 550 piece puzzle. A short while later, with border completed, he began to notice a few things about this particular puzzle that didn't quite jibe, around about the time we catch up with him.
Very peculiar indeed.
Rob worked at his puzzle in flurries of furious motion; a blur of innumerable failed attempts at piece matching. This impassioned activity was interceded every so often by a few handfuls of seasoned tortilla chip and a lengthy pull of the Skip. As the puzzle established an ever apparent orange hue (a hue Rob was either oblivious to, or ignoring entirely), he found himself paying close attention to a few pieces he had placed aside from the rest. As he turned one of these pieces over in his left hand, a piece cut much larger than any other he had come across, the extraordinary engine of eccentric thought that was his mind began to turn. He picked up the second piece he had set apart and examined it closely.
This can't belong here, can it? No, certainly not!
This second piece, now resting gently on the open palm of Rob's right hand, although no larger than any piece strewn about the floor, was still quite different indeed.
Watercolour!
A lonely, faded, blue watercolour fragment in a box dominated by heavy greys and blazing oranges. A vagrant seeking temporary refuge in a foreign world. The last of a mysterious formation, now long forgotten. You can see the wheels spinning in his mind.
What is your story baby blue? What destined circumstance has brought you here?
With the oversized piece, forgotten altogether, now tossed off into some distant corner to be fecklessly pondered on later, Rob's full attention could be focused on this new stagnant consideration. Something I definitely don't have time for.
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