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his face. His bullet head was a shocking white. He
was a big man. Fat. Round. A lug. Something
orange filled his mouth, splitting it into a grimace:
a silent scream. White face, heavy-lidded eyes,
orange mouth: stark clown-like colours.

   "What's in his mouth?" asked Kathrin. She didn't
wait for an answer. "A gum-shield?"

   There was a piece of crumpled cloth on the
ground. Other than this there was very little litter.
No discarded cans or cups. But scrutiny showed
cigarette butts to have merged with the sand. Silke
couldn't identify the woolly dark blue or black
clump.

   A bird was edging its way sideways up the slide
towards the man's head.

   "Hey," Kathrin suddenly yelled waving her
hands. Silke jumped.

   "What are you doing?"
   "Trying to frighten it away. It's going to peck his
eyes." She turned and searched the ground. "I'll
get a stick."
   The wind twisted the body a mite.
   "Wait," said Silke. His arms were not hanging at
his side but were pinned back. A strand of white
waved in a sudden breeze. Distant leaves scuttled

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