Publisher's Synopsis
He put down the two mugs and scooped coffee into them two sugars for him, and none for Peter he went to the fridge, and took out the milk. The kitchen was small but tidy, cupboards along the walls and down below making plenty of storage space the only open bit of wall was at the other end of the kitchen away from the door way. He looked at this space now and his eyes went wide the paint had moved he was sure of it. He moved closer as the kettle steamed the paint shifted again before his very eyes.
Then as he got closer the paint seemed to ripple like waves on top of a pond, two arms shot out of the wall, arms made of paint. They grabbed him around his waist and had him in a bear hug he cried out, and the paint separated and he was pulled into the void the paint closed around his body, and he was gone. The wall returned to normal, and the kettle stopped boiling....................................................................
