Coconut

"it rains a lot this time of year" Gerard looked up nostalgically from under the umbrella.
"Yeah..."
Gerard glanced over to frank. He reached out to touch his cheek knowing there wasn't going to be anything to touch.
But there was.
Gerards eyes went wide. He looked over to his hand an then Frank.
He was material.
Flesh.
He wasnt made of canvas, He wasnt made of clumps of paint, and her certainly wasnt made out of dirty laundry.
His umbrella dropped and was swooped away by the wind.
Gerard turned his hands and lightly pinched his cheek.
then grabbed his face with both hands feeling around and about. He was flesh...

1. Dirty laundry pg 1

   All his life he had spent living in harmony with the voices, people called him crazy but he didn't mind