In the wake of his recent awards, the following satire of Hallman's prose, has been circulating around town. The yellow tape fluttered in the breeze. Inside the lines, the bloody clothing was heaped in a ball. One woman stood alone. She didn't know anything about what happened.
Shots rang out.
Another shooting somewhere. The victim was already gone. She had been shot in the neck. Another woman stood alone. She saw the body.