Philip Dick

The Hanging Stranger

From the lamppost something was hanging. A shapeless dark bundle, swinging a little with the wind. Like a dummy of some sort. Loyce rolled down his window and peered out. What the hell was it? A display of some kind? Sometimes the Chamber of Commerce put up displays in the square.
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    al mshared an impression3 years ago
    👍Worth reading

    The screen adaptation is quite different, but also good

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