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Genre: Historical Fiction circa 1968
Word Count: 100
“You stole my art,” screamed Valerie. “You scum!”
The gun’s blast resounded in Andy’s ears.
Somewhere the Beatles sang, “We all live in a yellow submarine…”
Voices floated from the bedside television and pop art faces hovered around him.
Life mimics art.
“He had too much control over my life.” Valerie Solanas glared into the cameras.
Everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes.
“Nine of Mr. Warhol’s organs were injured,” said Dr. Rossi. “Heart massage…”
Am I really alive?
Mama prayed, “Please save my son.”
“Senator Robert Kennedy has been shot,” said the newscaster.
Life is a dream.
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